From the start, Jake’s mom, Sharon, made it clear she didn’t approve of me. I stayed quiet for Jake’s sake, hoping things would change. They didn’t.
When I got pregnant, Sharon suddenly acted sweet and invited us to a “small” gender reveal dinner. But we walked into a packed house. Then, during a toast, she publicly insulted my looks, joking she hoped the baby got her genes instead of mine.
Jake stood up, defended me, and we left. Since then, he hasn’t spoken to her. She keeps reaching out, but Jake won’t budge unless she truly apologizes.
We’re about to welcome our baby. And while it hurts that she may not have a grandma, it would hurt more if that grandma made her feel unworthy—like she did me. Not on my watch.
