My mother-in-law demanded that I cook for her family party. I suggested hiring professional caterers and even offered to pay, but she refused. Apparently, I was expected to cook everything myself.
My husband backed her up, saying I should do it “to prove I was a good wife.”
She handed me a long shopping list and instructed me to start cooking at 4 a.m. I took it and didn’t say a word.
By 3 a.m., I was already at a bus station. I left without an explanation. Cooking alone for over 50 in-laws was never an option. They showed up to an empty kitchen. My mother-in-law kept calling nonstop. I didn’t answer.
I chose myself. I chose peace. And I chose to walk away from any place where love was measured by exhaustion and sacrifice was the entry fee to being called a “good wife.”
Am kinda disappointed today,what would make a boy who scored 380 marks,was in a very good provencial school get a D+💔💔💔 waaah parenting is hard...very hard...I don't have words to tell him...chakula inaoja mwarobaine🤣