When I visited, conversations would suddenly stop. They would exchange looks, whisper, or pretend to be overly busy.
I tried to ignore it at first because I believed time would soften their hearts, but things only got worse.
Every decision my husband and I made was questioned. If I offered an idea, they dismissed it.
If I bought something for the family, they mocked it. Even during family meetings, they would talk around me as if I wasn’t there.
The pain of being treated like a stranger in a home where I was supposed to belong slowly ate away at my confidence. I cried secretly many nights, wondering what I had done wrong.
The turning point came when my husband lost his job. Instead of supporting us, his family blamed me. They claimed I brought bad luck, that ever since he married me, nothing good had happened.
One even told him, “You should have chosen a woman from a better family.” That statement cut deeper than any knife. My husband defended me, but the tension it created began affecting our marriage.
I reached a point where I almost walked away—not because I didn’t love my husband, but because I felt unwanted, rejected, and constantly humiliated. I wanted peace, and everything around me felt like war.TO READ MORE, TAP HERE.