I’m Mila, and I never imagined my in-laws could kick me and my newborn out of the house. Living with Adam’s parents seemed fine at first, but their daily arguments—over the TV, the smallest things—were exhausting. One night, after another screaming match, I tried to ask them to keep it down for Tommy.
Instead of listening, my FIL exploded: “Take the baby and go live with your mom!” My MIL agreed. I packed up, tears streaming, and left.
At my mom’s place, I called Adam. Furious, he booked the next flight home. Together, we returned and confronted his parents. The argument escalated, but Adam had a secret: the house was actually in my name. The money his father gave for it had gone to a failed business venture, and Adam had quietly secured it for us.
A few days later, the police showed up, and my in-laws were removed from the house. I cradled Tommy, finally safe, finally home.
Some lessons are harsh—but nothing can replace your own home and peace of mind.
