My Younger Brother Chose to Move In With His Mother-in-Law—None of Us Understand Why He Did It…
My younger brother got married shockingly early—at just 18. It felt like he was desperate to prove he could be independent.
From the day he was born, I looked after him; my own childhood ended the moment he came home from the hospital. As he grew up, got married, and moved out, his life changed—sadly, not for the better.
His wife, whom he also married very young, had a forceful and rather unpleasant personality. We didn’t take to her from the start. She lacked tact and good manners, and her appearance left nothing to be admired. I couldn’t understand what my brother saw in her. They moved into a flat near ours, right by her mother’s house. Her father was quiet and a bit odd; he rarely spoke, usually just nodded. Her mother liked being in charge, barking out orders everyone seemed compelled to obey. She constantly criticised and condemned my brother, and his wife was perpetually dissatisfied with him too.
The way they treated my brother infuriated me. I tried to talk to him about it, but he insisted everything was fine, that his wife loved him and they were happy. But over time, I noticed my brother changing. He became like his father-in-law, almost never giving his opinion—just nodding occasionally. But eventually, my brother’s patience wore out; he simply couldn’t take it anymore. One day, he packed up and left without a word.
I’d never seen anything like it—my brother in such a state… He deeply regretted marrying so young.
Everyone has their breaking point, and when you reach yours, you might just walk away from a situation that’s become unbearable. My younger brother made the baffling decision to live with his mother-in-law, and to this day, I still
My mother-in-law is trying to tear my marriage apart. The saddest part is, my husband refuses to believe me.
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I’m 46, and if you looked at my life from the outside, you’d probably say everything is fine. I married young—at 24—to a hardworking, responsible Englishman. I had two children in quick succession—at 26 and 28. I left university because the schedules didn’t fit, the kids were small, and I thought “there’s time for all that later.” There were never any big dramas or rows. Everything went the way it was “meant to.”
For years, my routine never changed. I’d wake before everyone, make breakfast, leave the house tidy, and head off to work. I’d come back in time to handle the chores, cook, wash, tidy up. Weekends were all about family gatherings, birthday parties, endless obligations. I was always there; I always took care of things. If something was missing, I fixed it. If anyone needed anything, I was always there. It never occurred to me to ask if I wanted something else.
My husband has never been a bad person. We’d have dinner, watch TV, and head to bed. He wasn’t especially affectionate, but he wasn’t unkind either. He never asked for much, but he didn’t complain. Our conversations were about bills, the children, jobs to do.
Then, on an ordinary Tuesday evening, I sat quietly in the living room and realised I had nothing to do—not because everything was perfect, but because, in that moment, nobody needed me. I looked around and understood that for years I’d kept this household running, but now I had no idea what to do with myself inside it.
That day, I opened a drawer of old documents and found diplomas, unfinished courses, ideas scribbled in notebooks, projects put aside “for later.” I looked at photos from when I was young—before I was a wife, before I was a mother, before I became the one who made everything right. I didn’t feel nostalgic. I felt something worse: I realised I’d achieved everything without ever asking if it was what I truly wanted.
I started to notice things I used to accept as normal: That nobody asks how I am. That even when I come home exhausted, it’s still me who sorts everything out. If my husband says he doesn’t fancy a family gathering, that’s fine, but if I’m reluctant, it’s still expected I’ll go. My opinion exists, but it doesn’t carry weight. There were no arguments or shouting matches, but there was never any real space for me.
One evening at dinner, I mentioned I wanted to restart my education or try something different. My husband looked at me, surprised, and said, “But why now?” He didn’t mean any harm. He just didn’t understand why something that had always worked should change. The children were silent. There was no argument. Nobody forbade me from anything. Yet I realised that my role was so clearly defined that stepping outside it was uncomfortable.
I’m still married. I haven’t left, I haven’t packed my bags, I haven’t made any dramatic decisions. But I’ve stopped pretending. I know that for more than twenty years, I’ve kept a family together in a structure where I was essential, but never the main character.
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“‘Anna is still young—she’ll have another!’ she promised. In the end, nobody wanted the child.”
Anna and Robert grew up together in a quiet English town, attended the same school, and later moved to London in search of jobs and a new life. When Anna became pregnant, Robert left, unprepared for fatherhood. Alone, Anna returned home to raise her baby girl, while Robert’s mother—a well-known figure in the community—spread rumours that the child was not her grandchild, claiming the baby’s features didn’t match the family and insisting Anna was lying.
Exhausted by the gossip, Anna agreed to a paternity test, which proved Robert was indeed the father. Instantly, his mother welcomed Anna and the baby, showering them with expensive gifts. But soon, she demanded visitation, threatening legal action when Anna refused to part with her young daughter. Claiming her influence would win her custody, she pressured Anna to give up the child, arguing Anna was young and could become a mother again. The custody battle lasted years.
Eventually, when Robert started a new family, his mother lost interest in Anna’s daughter. Anna built a new life in London, leaving her daughter in her mother’s care, but neither Robert’s family nor Anna’s new husband wanted the responsibility. As Anna’s mother grew ill, the once fiercely sought-after child seemed to matter to no one. Meeting Anna’s mother, Robert’s mother would now say: “If you’d just let me raise the girl, she would be speaking French by now! Her mother abandoned her—what will become of her?” Meanwhile, Robert never showed any interest.
The girl, for whom everyone once fought, ended up with no one truly wanting her. No one knows what her future will hold. Emma is still young, shell have more children! she insisted. In the end, nobody seemed to want the child at all.
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