PLS HELP ME, MY MOTHER IN-LAW WANTS TO THROW ME OUT OF HER SON’S HOUSE IF I DON’T GIVE BIRTH TO A BOY- DEPRESSED WOMAN SHARES

I don’t even know where to start.  I’ve been married for four years now, and in those four years I’ve carried two pregnancies, birthed two beautiful girls who light up my world like tiny suns, yet somehow, it’s still not enough.

My mother-in-law has made my life a slow-burning nightmare. From the first day she heard our second baby was also a girl, her face changed. It wasn’t grief; it was disappointment sharpened into something that could cut. She said it openly at the hospital, as if I wasn’t the one who almost died during labour: “So, you still cannot give us a boy?”

At first, I tried to ignore her. I told myself she would adjust, that she would see these children for who they are living, breathing blessings. But instead, she became worse. She visits our home and behaves like an inspector sent to check if I’m still “useful.” She tells my husband behind my back that I’m wasting his time, that I’m “only producing girls,” as if they are leftovers from a kitchen experiment.

Last week, she went too far. She told me, with her voice steady and cold, that if my next child isn’t a boy, she will personally see to it that I am chased out of her son’s house. Imagine the cruelty threatening to strip me of my home because of something I cannot control. She said her lineage “must not end,” as if my daughters are ghosts who don’t count.

What hurts more is my husband’s silence. He tells me to “ignore her,” but ignoring doesn’t stop the words from sinking into my skin. Ignoring doesn’t shield my daughters from the way their grandmother looks at them, like they are mistakes.

I am tired. I am scared. I am angry. I am confused. How do you fight a battle you didn’t start? How do you defend children who did nothing wrong but exist without a Y-chromosome?

Sometimes I cry at night, quietly, so I don’t wake my girls. I keep wondering when motherhood became a punishment instead of a joy. I’ve thought about leaving, but I have nowhere to go. I’ve thought about staying silent, but silence is choking me.

I don’t know what to do anymore. I just need someone to hear me. I need someone to tell me I’m not cursed. I need someone to remind me that my daughters are enough  even if the world, and my mother-in-law, refuses to see it.