I always believed that having a baby would bring us closer, but I never expected my husband’s mother to tear us apart.

From the moment I found out I was pregnant, Bill’s mother, Jessica, took control of everything, dictating every aspect of my pregnancy, from the nursery to my doctor’s appointments, disregarding my choices, and even belittling me. Despite my attempts to set boundaries, her interference grew, and Bill failed to protect me. When I gave birth, things only worsened—Jessica even tried to breastfeed my newborn daughter and accused me of not being “worthy” of Bill. The betrayal reached its peak when she handed Bill a fake DNA test, convincing him that I wasn’t faithful, leading him to throw me and our baby out. After months of emotional turmoil, I returned with a real DNA test, proving Eliza was his daughter, but by then, I was done. I filed for divorce and sought full custody, knowing my daughter and I would be just fine without them.