The trouble started when I remarried. I already had a daughter from my first marriage, and my ex-husband never bothered with her upbringing or child support for that matter.
I didnt hold a grudge against him for not being a real man; instead, I focused on relying on myself. I had a respectable salary and a good position, so we were far from struggling. When I married again, my mother-in-law never accepted either me or my daughter, and my new husband couldnt have cared less about her either. He always insisted it was too soon for children of our own and refused to take any responsibility.
Honestly, I didnt push back too much, being caught up in a crucial project at work. I was busy preparing for a meeting with some important partners and didnt know who could watch over my daughter. It crossed my mind that perhaps I could ask my husband to look after her for once.
So, this morning, I woke up at the crack of dawn to rehearse my opening remarks for the meeting. At first, I thought Id drop my daughter off at nursery and collect her after work, but then she came down with a fever. I asked my husband if he could mind her, as I quite literally couldnt miss this meeting. He told me, in no uncertain terms, that she was my daughter and that I should handle her and sort out her illness myself.
At a loss, I rang my mother-in-law, to see if she was in, and then took my daughter over to hers. She told me outright that she wouldnt watch her, because, after all, shes not her granddaughter. My eyes filled with tears, but I thanked her anyway, telling her that Id just take my daughter to work with me. At this point, she suddenly softened a little and said she could mind her for a while.
Work went well, thankfully. Afterwards, I hurried back to collect my daughter, only to find my mother-in-law complaining bitterly, saying my daughter was a handful and simply wouldnt listen. I apologised and promised not to trouble her again.
When I got home, I packed up my things and my daughters, and we went to my mothers place. I simply cant carry on living with someone who refuses to accept my daughter. Its time to put her well-being firstmy own happiness, too.
