So, here’s this wild story—my mate Alex, yeah, just a regular bloke, got caught right in the middle of a proper nightmare between his wife and his mum. It all kicked off after their little one was born, and honestly, it’s a right mess.
Alex’s mum—let’s call her Margaret—she’s… difficult. Never knew how to mind her own business, always sticking her nose in where it didn’t belong. And why? Because Alex is her golden boy, her only son. To her, that means she’s got every right to run his life—even if it steps all over his wife’s toes.
Speaking of his wife—Emma. They’ve been together five years, and Alex adores her. She’s sharp, level-headed, stubborn but fair. From the start, Margaret hated her. Everything about Emma grated on her—the way she talked, cooked, even laughed. Alex put it down to jealousy—Margaret always thought no one could look after her son like she could. And honestly, that’s probably where all this trouble started.
Three weeks ago, Emma had their baby girl—little Sophie. Rough birth, took Emma ages to recover. When Margaret found out Emma was in labour? Full-blown meltdown, demanding to be in the delivery room. Emma shut that down fast—she didn’t even want her own mum there, let alone Margaret.
When she didn’t get her way, Margaret threw a scene right in the hospital lobby. Screaming, crying, accusing everyone of robbing her of being a grandmother.
After they got home, Emma, bless her, still let Alex’s parents come meet Sophie—on one condition: Margaret had to keep her opinions to herself. And Margaret swore she’d behave. But the second she walked in? Disaster.
“What is this filth in your garden?” she sneered. “Honestly, Emma, you’re a mother now—couldn’t you at least mop the floors before guests arrived?”
Emma just stared, then cool as anything, said, “Don’t come back. Ever.”
After that, everyone else—Alex’s dad, Emma’s family—all got to visit. Just not Margaret. And Emma? Didn’t miss her one bit. They were happy in their little bubble.
Then one day, Emma had a doctor’s appointment. Alex was home with Sophie, feeling a bit guilty. Poor Margaret just wanted to see her granddaughter—what harm could two hours do? So he invited her over.
Margaret raced straight there. Alex warned her: two hours, max. She ignored him, of course. Two and a half hours later, Emma walks in to find her mother-in-law cradling Sophie like it’s nothing.
What happened next? Pure chaos.
Emma lost it. Screaming, crying, she snatched Sophie out of Margaret’s arms. Told her to get out. Margaret started whinging, Alex jumped in—he snapped.
“You didn’t make this baby on your own!” he shouted. “She’s my daughter too. I get a say in who sees her. You can’t just kick my mum out!”
“Then both of you, get out!” Emma screamed back. “Now!”
She shoved them out the door—Alex and Margaret—and told him not to come back.
Now he’s living at his parents’. His dad’s dead quiet, his mum’s constantly slagging off Emma. And Alex? He’s lost. Misses his baby girl. Misses his home. Knows he messed up, but reckons Emma went too far too.
How do you fix things when you’re stuck between two women who both think they’re the only one who’s right?
Tell me this—who’s actually in the wrong here? Or is the family he tried so hard to build just… gone?
