11/24/2024
Michael and I were getting ready for our baby girl to arrive, and I was in my last month of pregnancy. It would've been a wonderful time if it weren't for my mom and MIL.
I mean, I love my MIL, and she loves me too. And sure, I love my mom to pieces. But put these two in the same room? It's chaos! They've hated each other since day one. I thought my pregnancy might get them to call a truce, but nope. The breaking point came when we tried to decide where to have Thanksgiving. As they hissed insults at each other, like "snake" and "old hag," Michael and I lost it and declared we'd host the holiday at our place just to shut them up.
So, the big day arrives. Michael and I come home from shopping, and there's thick black smoke billowing out of our house! We rush in, run to the kitchen, and there they are: my mom and MIL, covered in soot, coughing, and still yelling at each other in the middle of the smoke! I tried to get them to stop, but then... I felt something totally NOT right.
Next thing I knew, I was in a hospital room.😔👇