My MIL Said, ‘Give My Son a Boy or Get Out’ – Then My Husband Looked at Me and Asked, ‘So When Are You Leaving?’

“Just getting ready,” she’d say. “No point waiting until the last minute.”

She’d stroll into our room and say to Derek, “When she’s gone, we’ll make this blue. A real boy’s room.”

He wasn’t warm, but he was decent.

If I cried, Derek would sneer, “Maybe all that estrogen made you weak.”

I rubbed my belly and whispered, “I’m trying. I’m sorry.”

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