My In-Laws Kicked Me out of the House with a Newborn – They Regretted It Soon

When Mila’s in-laws kicked her out with her newborn baby, she was devastated. Little did they know, their actions would come back to haunt them in ways they never imagined.

Hey everyone, Mila here! Being a busy mom of a one-year-old keeps me on my toes, but that’s nothing compared to the shocker I got recently. Ever wondered how you’d feel if your in-laws kicked you out of the house with your newborn baby? Because let me tell you, that’s what happened to me…

So, here’s the deal. Living with my hubby Adam’s folks, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, seemed like a sweet idea at first. You know, the whole “big happy family” thing. Turns out, sugarcoating a cactus doesn’t make it any less prickly.

Their daily arguments were like clockwork. Every. Single. Day.

It always started over the dumbest things, like the TV remote. My sweet MIL wanted her evening soap operas, while my ever-so-enthusiastic FIL needed his baseball fix.

It wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t escalate into yelling matches that could wake the dead, let alone a cranky newborn.

Honestly, I just tuned it out most of the time. But with my little Tommy finally asleep after a rough night, the yelling started again.

I was fuming. Here I was, rocking Tommy back to sleep for the hundredth time, and they were downstairs going at it like toddlers over a bucket of Legos. Finally, I snapped.

I stormed downstairs, ready to unleash the mama bear within. But before I could launch into a lecture, I saw them sprawled on the couch, cool as cucumbers between their yelling sessions.

“Hey,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm, “just so you know, the baby’s sleeping.”

“What’s your point?” Mr. Anderson replied, barely glancing up from the TV.

“My point,” I said, my voice rising despite my efforts to stay calm, “is that your shouting is waking him up.”

“Oh, come on,” Mrs. Anderson chimed in, rolling her eyes. “Babies need to get used to noise.”

“I think we can argue quietly,” I said, trying to keep my cool. “Just for tonight.”

Mrs. Anderson scoffed, “You know, Mila, when Adam was a baby, he slept through anything. Maybe Tommy just needs to toughen up.”

I bit my tongue. “Maybe. But right now, he’s just a baby who needs sleep.”

“Hey,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm, “just so you know, the baby’s sleeping.”

“What’s your point?” Mr. Anderson replied, barely glancing up from the TV.

“My point,” I said, my voice rising despite my efforts to stay calm, “is that your shouting is waking him up.”

“Oh, come on,” Mrs. Anderson chimed in, rolling her eyes. “Babies need to get used to noise.”

“I think we can argue quietly,” I said, trying to keep my cool. “Just for tonight.”

Mrs. Anderson scoffed, “You know, Mila, when Adam was a baby, he slept through anything. Maybe Tommy just needs to toughen up.”

I bit my tongue. “Maybe. But right now, he’s just a baby who needs sleep.”

Then, I turned on my heel and marched back upstairs. A few seconds later, I heard Mr. Anderson’s booming voice erupt.

“How dare she?!” he hollered, his voice laced with venom. And then some real “nasty” words boomed which I can’t share here but hope you understand the kind of things he’d said.

Then, he burst into my room, without even having the basic decency to knock.

“Just so you know, you don’t shush me in my own home. This is MY HOUSE. I gave my son the money to buy it, so you don’t get to tell me what to do. If you think you’re so smart, then take the baby and go live with your mom where it’s comfy and quiet. Maybe when my son’s back from his business trip, he’ll think about letting you come back.”

Ugh. Did he seriously just call this HIS HOUSE? And the tone?

My blood pressure shot up, but I held my tongue. Maybe he was just mad and wouldn’t mean it in the morning.

Morning came, and the hope I clung to vanished faster than a free donut at the office. I found my MIL in the kitchen, humming along to the radio like nothing happened.

“Hey, mom,” I started, hoping for a flicker of remorse. “About what Dad said yesterday—”

She cut me off with a nonchalant wave of her hand. “Honey,” she chirped, “my husband has a point. It’s his house, after all. You know, boundaries and all that.”

“Boundaries?” I repeated, incredulous. “Like the boundary that separates a grown woman from wanting a peaceful home for her child?”

“Now, Mila, there are certain ways things work around here,” my mother-in-law said, taking a pointed sip from her coffee cup. “Living in a joint family means respecting how we do things. You can’t order us around.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could unleash another mama bear roar, my FIL materialized in the doorway, looking like a thundercloud on legs.

Tears pricked my eyes.

Here I was, a new mom with a screaming baby, and my in-laws were practically shoving me out the door. Hurt and angry, I stormed back to my room, tears streaming down my face.

I packed a bag for myself and Tommy, my hands shaking with rage and disbelief.

As I walked out the door, not a single goodbye came from either of them. They just slammed the door shut behind me, leaving me feeling utterly alone.

The next few days were a blur at my mom’s place. My haven felt more like a crowded life raft, but at least it was quiet. I called Adam, who was still on his business trip, and filled him in on everything.

“They what?” Adam’s voice was exploded with fury. “They kicked you out?”

“Yeah,” I sniffed. “Told me to go to my mom’s.”

“I’m coming back,” he said firmly. “I’ll be on the next flight. They can’t do this to you.”

Adam arrived late that very night, his face etched with exhaustion and anger. The moment he walked through the door, he enveloped me in a tight hug, holding Tommy close as well.

“I can’t believe they did this,” he muttered into my hair. “We’re going to sort this out.”

The next morning, we packed up our things and headed back to the Andersons’.

Adam was fuming, but he was determined to have a calm, rational conversation. As soon as we stepped inside, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were waiting, looking smug and unrepentant.

“So,” Adam began, his voice steady but cold, “what’s this about kicking Mila and Tommy out?”

My FIL crossed his arms. “Adam, we discussed this. Our house, our rules. Mila needs to understand that.”

Adam’s jaw tightened. “Dad, this isn’t about rules. You can’t just throw my wife and child out like they’re nothing.”

My MIL sighed dramatically. “Adam, darling, it’s not like that. We just need some peace and quiet around here.”

“Peace and quiet?” Adam’s voice rose. “You call screaming at each other every night peace and quiet? Tommy needs a stable environment, not this… chaos.”

My FIL’s face darkened. “Watch your tone, son. This is our home. If you can’t respect that, then maybe you should leave too.”

I clutched Tommy closer, my heart pounding. This was escalating fast.

Adam took a deep breath, clearly struggling to keep his temper in check.

“Listen, we’re family. We should be able to work this out. But right now, we need to think about what’s best for Tommy.”

My MIL rolled her eyes. “Adam, you’re overreacting. Babies cry. It’s what they do. A little noise isn’t going to hurt him.”

“A little noise?” Adam shook his head in disbelief. “Mom, it’s not just the noise. It’s the constant fighting, the tension. It’s not healthy.”

My FIL jabbed a finger in Adam’s direction. “You think you know better than us? We’ve raised you and your sister. We know what we’re doing.”

“Maybe you do,” Adam said quietly. “But that doesn’t mean you can dictate how we raise our son. We need to find a solution that works for everyone.”

Mrs. Anderson snorted. “Good luck with that.”

Of course, my in-laws weren’t happy about it and never spoke a word to me. They kept up their nonstop arguments, louder than ever. I knew they were making noise on purpose this time, but I didn’t say anything.

But here’s the kicker—a couple of days later, the doorbell rang and my FIL opened the door, only to GASP.

Two police officers appeared at the door and ushered my FIL and MIL out. It then came to light that Adam had called the police on his parents for kicking me out of MY OWN house.

The truth hit me like a punch to the gut.

Adam confessed that the money his father gave for the house went to a failed business venture. He then revealed that he bought the house in my name, using all his savings, and kept it a secret from me and his parents.

Fast forward to that evening, I was cradling my baby in the nursery, relieved to be back home, the very place my in-laws had forced me to leave. Then, the phone rang, shattering the quiet. It was my in-laws. I hesitated, but I picked up.

“Mila,” my MIL said, her voice unusually soft, “we didn’t know it was your house. If we had known—”

My FIL cut in, “We’re sorry, Mila. Really. We didn’t mean to—”

“It’s not about knowing whose name is on the deed,” I interrupted. “It’s about what you did. You kicked a woman and her newborn out because you didn’t like something. That’s not okay.”

There was a pause. Then my MIL spoke again, “So, can we come back?”

“No,” I said firmly. “It’s enough for me to know what you’re capable of. I don’t want you in my house anymore.”

Silence. Then a quiet, “Alright,” and they hung up.

I looked at Tommy, peacefully sleeping in his crib. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. “We’re home, buddy,” I whispered, “and we’re staying right here.”

Now, look, I don’t hold grudges. But kicking out a new mom and her baby? Living with family is about compromise, right? These two, though… they acted like they were the king and queen of the castle, and Tommy and I were just guests.

Am I crazy here? Let me know your thoughts in the comments! Thanks for listening, everyone.

Here’s another story: When Edith overheard a private talk between her husband and his mother, she unraveled startling truths about their marriage that ended up saving her life.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

50 Iconic and Rare Historical Photographs

We at HistoryColored have decided to curate 50 interesting, rare and iconic photos from history. There are many reasons why a photograph may be featured on this list. Some of the reasons include: it was the first time something was ever captured on camera, it shows a famous figure from history, the image depicts an important historical event, it is a “rare” photo that does not get shared as much as it should, or it is an “iconic” historical photo. It may not fall under any of these categories but can still be featured in this list for a different reason.

These photographs are in no particular order. They have been curated and added to the list over a long period of time, so no decision was taken on how they should be ordered. Be sure to take the time to check out every historical photograph featured on this list!

As well as this list, be sure to check out the other photos featured on HistoryColored!

1. The First Photograph Ever Taken, 1826 or 1827

The first photograph in history, the view from a window at Le Gras in 1826 or 1827.
The oldest surviving photograph to exist. It was taken by pioneer photographer, Joseph Nicéphore Niépce. The scene depicts a view from a window in Nicéphore Niépce’s estate known as Le Gras in Saint-Loup-de-Varennes, Bourgogne, France in 1826 or 1827. Credit: Wikimedia Commons // Public Domain

2. General William Tecumseh Sherman, circa 1865

Side profile photograph of General William Tecumseh Sherman in his Union Army military uniform in c. 1865
Side profile of Union Army Major General, and the Commanding General of the US Army, William Tecumseh Sherman, in his Union Army military uniform in circa 1865. Credit: Wikimedia Commons // Public Domain

3. Dali Atomicus, 1948

Salvador Dali suspended in mid air along with other objects within the iconic photograph Dali Atomicus taken in 1948
The photographic artwork by Philippe Halsman called “Dali Atomicus” showing three cats water, an easel, a chair, and Salvador Dalí all frozen in mid-air, 1948. This was the 28th attempt at taking this photograph. Credit: Library of Congress // Public Domain

4. The Solvay Conference on Quantum Mechanics, 1927

Key attendees of the 1927 Solvay conference photographed sitting down and in suits. The names are Auguste Piccard, Émile Henriot, Paul Ehrenfest, Édouard Herzen, Théophile de Donder, Erwin Schrödinger, Jules-Émile Verschaffelt, Wolfgang Pauli, Werner Heisenberg, Ralph Howard Fowler, Léon Brillouin,
Peter Debye, Martin Knudsen, William Lawrence Bragg, Hendrik Anthony Kramers, Paul Dirac, Arthur Compton, Louis de Broglie, Max Born, Niels Bohr,
Irving Langmuir, Max Planck, Marie Skłodowska Curie, Hendrik Lorentz, Albert Einstein, Paul Langevin, Charles Eugène Guye, Charles Thomson Rees Wilson, Owen Willans Richardson
The 1927 Solvay Conference on Quantum Mechanics at the Institut International de Physique Solvay in Brussels, Belgium. This image features many of the greatest scientists in modern history. Some of those that you may recognize are: Albert Einstein, Marie Curie, Max Planck, Niels Bohr, and Auguste Piccard. See the full list of names here. Credit: Wikimedia Commons // Public Domain

5. King George V & Tsar Nicholas II Together, 1913

Nicholas II of Russia photographed alongside similar looking and cousin King George V of the United Kingdom, while wearing military uniform.
First cousins and royals Tsar Nicholas II of Russia (left) & King George V of the United Kingdom (right) photographed together wearing military uniforms in Berlin, Germany, 1913. Credit: Library of Congress // Public Domain

6. The Manhattan Bridge Under Construction, 1909

Photographs of the Manhattan Bridge under construction. You can see the layout of the bridge but there is still a lot to build. March 23 1909.
The construction of the Manhattan Bridge on the East River in New York City. This photograph was taken on March 23, 1909. The bridge finished construction in 1909 and first opened up on the 31st of December 1909. Credit: Library of Congress // Public Domain

7. Soviet Prisoner of War, 1940

An injured Prisoner of War from the Soviet Union with a bandage around his bloody head, with clothing wrapped around his body. He looks cold as he is near the Arctic Circle where temperatures can get to -43 degrees Celsius
An injured Soviet Prisoner of War (POW) dressed in new clothes near the Arctic Circle in Rovaniemi, Finland, during the Winter War on the 6th of January 1940. Credit: Military Museum of Finland // CC BY 4.0

8. Dr. Wernher von Braun with 5 F-1 Engines

Aerospace engineer Wernher von Braun standing next to five F-1 rocket engines in 1969.
Dr. Wernher von Braun, an aerospace engineer that was a leading figure in Nazi German rocket technology, and then United States rocket technology, photographed standing in front of five F-1 rocket engines in circa 1969. Credit: Wikimedia Commons // Public Domains

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