I want my son to get a divorce. Why should he be stuck with such a brainless wife?
Theres a stereotype that mothers-in-law are wicked witches who torment their poor, helpless daughters-in-law for no reason. Scroll through online forumstheyre full of such stories. And here I am, that “evil mother-in-law,” not just nitpicking but dead set on destroying my sons marriage. And you know what? Im not ashamed. I know Im right, and Ill explain why, even as anger and pain boil inside me for my boy.
My son, Oliver, met this girl, Tiffany, about five years ago. But he only introduced her to me much laterafter hed already proposed. From the first glance, I disliked her, and as it turned out, my gut was spot onshes an absolute nightmare.
I invited them to our cosy flat in the outskirts of Manchester. Before shed even taken her shoes off, Tiffanys phone rang. Instead of apologising and saying shed call back, she started chatting with her mate right there in the hallway. Fifteen minutes! I stood there, gritting my teeth, while she giggled over some nonsense. Right then, I knew something was off.
At dinner, I didnt grill herjust observed. But when the conversation turned to her life and plans, it all became clear. She barely scraped through school, was in her last year of college, and had no intention of going to university. Why bother? In her words, a womans place is as a wife and motherend of story. She had no plans to work. Her parents supported her now, and soon, I guessed, that burden would fall on Oliver. She still lived with them but planned to move into our flat after the wedding. And the cherry on top? She was pregnant. Early days, so the wedding had to be rushed before her “little secret” showed. She acted like the world owed her everything, as if her looks were a free pass to an easy life.
The worst came when Oliver stepped out for a smoke on the balcony. Tiffany immediately pulled out a pack of slim cigarettes and followed him. Pregnantand smoking! I nearly choked on my outrage. What about the baby? She didnt seem to care.
Soon, they married, and we all lived together. I left for work early, came back in the evening, while Tiffany slept till noon, lazed about the house doing nothing, and kept sneaking out for a smoke. She got a medical note from college and took a gap year. Every evening, I came home to chaos: a sink full of dirty dishes, clothes strewn everywhere, an empty fridge. She never cooked, never cleanedjust clung to her phone, yapping with her mum or mates.
When I asked her to help, shed wave me offmorning sickness, exhaustion. Yet she still dragged Oliver to nightclubs or cafés with her friends. I bit my tonguefor Olivers sake. Then our grandson was born. And guess what? Tiffany didnt change a bit. Oliver woke up for night feeds, pushed the pram, took the baby to check-ups. I helped evenings and weekends, exhausted after work. And her? Lounged on the sofa, scrolling her phone, smoking like it was nothing. Rage shook me.
I tried talking to hercalmly, then firmly. She smirked and ignored me. But the worst part? Oliver always defended her. When I pointed out her laziness, her uselessness, hed shut me down: Mum, shes tryingits just hard for her. We argued. He yelled at me, but never at her. My son, my only boy, blind with love for this airhead.
Tension in the house became unbearable. One day, I snapped: Take your wife and child and get out! Live on your ownlets see how you manage! They left. Oliver cut me off. I tried to make him see the truth, but hes walled me out. Now he barely calls, never visits. Im sure Tiffanys poisoning him against me, driving a wedge between us. But I love my son more than life, and I adore my grandson.
Ive decided: Oliver doesnt need a wife like this. He deserves bettera smart, caring woman, not this lazy, selfish girl. He cant see it yet, but Ill do everything to break this marriage. I wont stop until I free him from her grip. One day, hell realise I was right, hug me, and say, Thanks, Mum. And well raise that boy rightwithout her shadow, her neglect, or her cigarette smoke. This is my battle for my sons happiness, and I wont back down.
