Reddit Stories - Mill has been PUSHING LIMITS ever since I found out I was EXPECTING.

Episode Date: January 15, 2026

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #pregnancy #pushinglimits #mill #expecting #familydramaSummary: Mill has been pushing limits ever since I discovered I was expecting. The situation has escalated, leading to tension and conflict within the family. I am struggling to navigate these challenges while trying to maintain my well-being and ensure a positive environment for my upcoming arrival.Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, pregnancy, family, drama, expectations, relationships, boundaries, support, advice, conflict, parenting, emotions, experiences, challenges, communication, personalstoriesBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6816713/support.This episode includes AI-generated content.

I hope you enjoy this story. Mill has been pushing limits ever since I found out I was expecting. She just showed up at our place, uninvited, to redecorate the baby's room, and then she attempted to leave with our newborn. Sun wrapped in a blanket saying she had every right to take him. Everything began two weeks ago when I gave birth to my beautiful son. From the moment he arrived, I knew he was perfect. He has the tiniest fingers, the softest cheeks, and a little bit of the little.

little button knows that makes my heart melt. My husband, Ron, and I are over the moon with happiness, but at the same time, we are trying our best to adjust to the chaotic life of being first-time parents. The sleepless nights, the constant feeding, the diaper changes it is overwhelming but also filled with so much love. This weekend is supposed to be special. It is our baby's naming ceremony, a day we have been looking forward to. Since our son's birth, we haven't allowed any visitors because, honestly, I have been paranoid about him getting sick. A newborn's immune system is so fragile, and the thought of him catching even a simple cold terrifies me. But now that he is two weeks old, we finally feel ready to introduce him to the rest of the family.

We want this to be a joyful, memorable occasion a celebration of our son's arrival into the world. When my husband and I first sent out invitations for our babies' naming ceremony, we included my mill on the list even though, if I'm being honest, I had no real interest in inviting her. If it were up to me, she wouldn't have been there at all. But she's family, and despite everything, we felt it was the right thing to do. You see, my mother-in-law is not an easy person to get along with. She has this habit of making everything about herself, no matter the occasion. Out of all her children, my husband, Ron, is undoubtedly her favorite, and she doesn't even try to hide it. She spoils him, praises him constantly, and acts as if no one in the world could ever

be good enough for him especially me. From the moment she met me, she has made it her mission to tear me down in any way she can. According to her, Ron could have done much better because, in her eyes, I am not on the same financial level as their family. And she's right we come from very different backgrounds. Unlike my husband's family, I wasn't born into generational wealth. I had to work hard to put myself through college, and I'm proud of everything I've accomplished. I have a great job, I earn my own money, and I've built a life I'm proud of. My husband, being the amazing man he is, chooses to provide for me because he loves me and enjoys taking care of me. But that doesn't mean I rely on him completely. I still work, and I have a

thriving career of my own. Right now, I'm on maternity leave, adjusting to life as a new mom. but I fully intend to go back to work soon. My mother-in-law absolutely hates the fact that I am a career woman instead of a traditional stay-at-home wife. She has made her opinion loud and clear on multiple occasions, never missing a chance to remind me that I'm not womanly enough in her eyes. According to her, women in her time understood the importance of dedicating their lives to raising a family, and she firmly believes that it would be better for both my husband and my child if I just gave up my job and stayed home. She never hesitated to compare me to her other daughters-in-law, pointing out how they had no issues leaving their careers behind to focus on being full-time

wives and mothers. She would say things like, why can't you be more like them? As if being independent and ambitious was some kind of flaw. But I never let it get to me. I would just nod politely and let her words go in one ear and out the other. At the end of the day, my husband had no issues with me working, and he didn't agree with his mother's outdated beliefs. That was all that mattered. No matter how much she disapproved, her opinion had no real impact on my life or my marriage. When my mother-in-law found out I was pregnant, her attitude shifted at least temporarily. She was thrilled about becoming a grandmother and even more ecstatic when she found out we were having a son. This was a big deal to her because he would be the first grandson in the family.

From that moment on, she wouldn't stop bragging about how she was finally getting what she had always dreamed of. She made it sound like this baby was more of an achievement for her than anything else. She practically applauded my husband, acting as if he had single-handedly granted her the greatest gift in the world. It was almost as if she believed this baby was hers rather than ours. At first, I thought it was just excitement. I assumed she was just being an over-enthusiastic grandmother. But looking back now, I should have paid more attention to the warning signs. She would come over, practically uninvited, and force me into letting her help me set up the nursery.

I had already planned out everything the color scheme, the furniture arrangement, even the little decorations that would make it feel warm and inviting. But of course, my mother-in-law had her own opinions. She insisted that the walls should be beige and white, claiming that a colorful wall would be too overwhelming for the baby. I firmly disagreed. My husband and I had already decided on a soft baby yellow, something cheerful and bright. No matter how much she pushed, I stood my ground. In the end, we went ahead and painted it yellow, much to her disappointment. Her meddling didn't stop there. She also insisted on having a copy of our house key so she could check up on me and help out

in emergencies. At the time, I was heavily pregnant and constant. exhausted. Arguing with her felt like too much effort. My husband often traveled for work, so I convinced myself that having her hold a spare key wasn't the worst idea. Maybe, just maybe, it would come in handy if I ever needed help. Boy, was I wrong? One afternoon, I woke up from a nap to the sound of loud voices coming from the other room. My heart started pounding. I wasn't expecting anyone. As I listened closely, I realized I could hear a man's voice. Panic surged through me. My first instinct was to grab my phone and call for help, but then I remembered I had left it downstairs. My hand started trembling as my mind jumped to

the worst possible scenarios. Was someone breaking in? Had a stranger entered my home? What if it was something even worse? I tried to steady my breathing, but a full-blown panic attack was already creeping in. Then, suddenly, I heard my mother-in-law's voice echoing from down the hallway. I froze. What was she doing here? And who was she talking to? Slowly, I peeked my head out of the bedroom and saw her standing in our nursery, deep in conversation with a man who I had never met before. My stomach dropped. Without hesitation, I stepped into the room and demanded to know what the hell was going on. My mother-in-law turned around casually, as if she had done nothing wrong, and greeted me with a bright smile. I asked her what she was doing here and who this guy was.

Mill said, oh, I hated the yellow color in the nursery, so I hired a painter to redo it in white. Don't worry, sweetheart, I've got everything under control. I stood there in shock. She had what? She had hired a painter to repaint our nursery without even asking me? Worse still, she had invited a complete stranger into my house without so much as a heads-up. My blood was boiling. I immediately turned to the painter and told him to leave. He hesitated for a moment, glancing at my mother-in-law as if waiting for her approval. That only made me angrier.

I am the homeowner here, I snapped. And I never asked for this. Please leave. Thankfully, the man packed up his things and walked out without any argument. Meanwhile, my mother-in-law stood there with a completely unfazed expression, acting like I was making a big deal out of nothing. Sweetheart, it's really not a big deal, she said dismissively. Not a big deal?

She had used the key I had trusted her with to enter my home uninvited, brought a stranger inside, and made changes to my baby's room without consulting me and she had the audacity to act like I was the problem. That was the final straw. I exploded. I told her in no uncertain terms that she had no right to come into our home whenever she pleased. The key I had given her was for emergencies only not for her to waltz in and start making decisions as if she lived here. Her behavior was completely unacceptable. Instead of apologizing sincerely, she brushed me off with a condescending smirk. I was only

trying to help out, she said, waving a hand dismissively. You're just being overly emotional. Maybe it's those pregnancy hormones making you overreact. That comment made me even angrier. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm, and firmly told her that I liked the color of the nursery just the way we had chosen it. She had no right to change it, no matter how much she disliked it. She looked upset, but didn't argue with me after that. When it came time for my baby shower, Mill tried to hijack it yet again.

This time, she insisted on. on changing the entire theme to something she liked. On top of that, she demanded that I let her invite all of her friends so she could show off and brag about her first grandson. I stood my ground and told her plainly that she was more than welcome to throw a separate party for her friends if she wanted to, but this baby shower was for me and I would be the one deciding who was invited. She didn't like that answer, but I no longer cared. This was my pregnancy, my baby, and my life. She had no say in it. The day I finally went into labor, I had already made one thing very clear to my husband.

Under no circumstances was his mother allowed in the delivery room. The only people I wanted with me were him and my mom no exceptions. Giving birth is an incredibly personal and vulnerable experience, and the last thing I needed was my overbearing mother-in-law hovering over me, making the moment about herself. As expected, this decision did not sit well with her. She was furious. She went on and on about how it was disrespectful of me to exclude her, claiming that as my husband's mother, she had every right to be there to witness the birth of her grandson. She acted like she was entitled to the moment, as if my body and my experience didn't matter.

Thankfully, she had no say in the matter. My husband was completely on my side and had already informed the hospital staff not to let her in, no matter what she said. And from what I heard later, she did try. She showed up at the hospital demanding to be allowed in, only to be turned away. That must have been humiliating for her, but honestly, I didn't care. After we brought our baby home, we made it clear to everyone that we wouldn't be accepting visitors right away. I wanted time to recover, bond with my baby, and adjust to this new chapter in peace. My husband and I send out messages letting family and friends know that when the time was right, we would invite them over, and they would have plenty of opportunities to meet our little one.

Everyone respected our wishes. Well, almost everyone. My mother-in-law, of course, decided that these rules did not apply to her. Just a few days after we got home, she showed up unannounced, standing on our doorstep as if she had been invited. My husband was furious. He immediately confronted her, demanding to know why she had ignored our very clear request. That's when she turned on the waterwork. She started getting emotional, going on about how we were being cruel to keep her away from

her grandson the same grandson she had been so excited to meet. She made it seem like we were punishing her, like we were depriving her of some fundamental right to see the baby. I was exhausted, still healing, and in no mood for her dramatics. At that point, I just wanted her to stop making a scene. So, against my better judgment, I reluctantly agreed to let her see the baby just to shut her up. The moment she laid eyes on him, the very first thing out of her mouth was, oh, why is he a bit dark? Are you sure this is even your baby? She laughed as she turned to my husband, as if what she had just said was some kind of joke. I felt pure rage flood through me. My entire body tensed, and I stared daggers at her, too shocked to even form words at first. Was she serious?

My husband, however, wasted no time putting her in her place. That is disgusting, he snapped. Of course this is my son. How can you even say something like that? Our baby had his father's dimples, his eyes, and his cheeks, there was no denying that he was his child. But that wasn't even the point. The fact that her first instinct was to question his paternity based on his skin tone was beyond insulting. Instead of apologizing, she just rolled her eyes and waved a hand dismissively.

Oh, relax. I was just joking. You two need to take a chill pill. A joke? That was her excuse? I held my tongue for the sake of peace. As much as I wanted to put her in her place for that disgusting comment about my baby's skin tone, I knew it wouldn't be worth the argument.

Now, coming to the baby naming ceremony when we send out invitation, to my mother-in-law, she called us right away and asked if we had finally decided on a name for our son. Admittedly, my husband and I had taken some time to finalize it, but only because we wanted to meet our baby first before making a decision. That was the whole point of holding and naming ceremony to officially introduce our baby to the family. However, my mother-in-law immediately told us that she wanted to host the event. My husband calmly explained that we had already sent out invitations and suggested that she could host the next family gathering in But she kept insisting that, as a member of our family, she felt we were knowingly excluding

her, and that if we really loved her, we would let her host the baby naming ceremony at the very least. Despite our firm refusal, we thought she would finally drop the issue but no. That very evening, she did something that left us absolutely speechless. She sent out her own invitations to her own baby naming ceremony. Yes, you read that right. She actually had the audacity to invite our family members and friends to her version of the ceremony, encouraging them to attend her event instead of ours when some of our relatives confronted her, she didn't even try to deny it. Instead, she doubled down, saying that as the matriarch of the family,

she wanted to start a new family tradition where she would be the one to name each new grandchild. And get this, she even claimed that she had already chosen a name for our baby. When we found out, we were outraged. I mean, what kind of deranged person even says something like that? This wasn't just overstepping boundaries, this was full-blown delusion. Thankfully, most of our family members have seen right through her antics. No one is buying into a ridiculous attempt to hijack our babies' naming ceremony. One by one, people have started declining her invitations and instead confirmed that they

would be attending our event over the weekend. This, of course, has sent my mother-in-law into a rage. She is absolutely furious that her plan has backfired. She has started calling and texting my husband, complaining that we are being disrespectful to her. She keeps insisting that, as our son's grandmother, she deserves to have a say in the matter. She actually had the nerve to tell us that we should cancel our baby naming ceremony altogether

just to save her face. Yes, she wanted us to call off our event so that everyone would be forced to attend hers instead. According to her, if we truly respected her, we would do the right thing and let her be the one to host the ceremony. She is acting as if this is her moment, completely ignoring the fact that as our child and our decision. It is like she can't comprehend that she isn't the main character in this story. So, Reddit Ida.

Update 1, I see a lot of people asking about my husband's stance on all of this, so let me clear things up. My husband does have strong boundaries when it comes to his mother. He has always supported me and never hesitates to stay. stand up to her. But the problem is, my mother-in-law is extremely over the top. She doesn't take no for an answer, and she constantly pushes and manipulates to get her way. That being said, after reading all of your comments and really thinking about everything, I feel like we need to stop entertaining her nonsense altogether. If she keeps behaving like this crossing boundaries,

undermining our decisions, and trying to control everything we're left with no other option but to go low contact with her. At this point, it's just exhausting. And for those wondering whether she acts the same way with my husband's siblings and their spouses know, she doesn't. This is something she only does with us. My husband is her only son, and she openly and shamelessly favors him above everyone else. It's honestly sad, but it's the truth.

She treats her other children differently, and they don't have to deal with even half the drama that we do. It's not that they don't see how overbearing. she can be, but since she doesn't interfere in their lives the way she does with ours, they don't have the same level of frustration with her. Despite this, my husband has a great relationship with his siblings. He loves them all dearly, and they share a strong bond. Thankfully, they don't hold his mother's behavior against him because they know it's not his fault. One major factor in all of this is that my father-in-law passed away a few years ago. Since then, it's just been my mother-in-law.

She has way too much time on her hands, and with no rational person around to keep her in check, she's free to spiral into all this unnecessary drama. There's no one telling her to stop, no one calling her out from within her own circle. And that makes everything so much worse. Regardless of all this, we are going ahead with our babies naming ceremony, just as planned. There's no way we're letting her take this moment away from us. My husband is going to have a serious conversation with his mother to make it crystal clear that she will not be hijacking this event like she's tried to do in the past.

At this point, I don't even know what she'll try next, but one thing is certain we're done letting her dictate how we live our lives. Update 2. Oh wow, you guys. My mill just tried to kidnap my baby. I still feel like I'm in shock even writing this. So today was our baby's naming ceremony, and it was such a special special thing. occasion for us. Until now, only my mother and my Mill had met our baby, so this was the first time the rest of our family got to see him. Both sides of the family showed up, and as expected,

everyone was completely smitten with our little one. People were taking turns holding him, gushing over how adorable he was, and just celebrating this big moment with us. But then, of course, Mill had to make it about herself. The moment we announced our son's name, she made a huge scene. Right there, in front of everyone, she had the audacity to blurt out that she hated the name. She outright declared that the name we chose for our own child was awful and that she wanted us to let her name our baby instead. According to her, her only grandson deserved a name that was grander and more respectable. She made it clear that, in her mind, she should have had the final say in naming our baby. I was livid. I told her, firmly, that this was our child and our decision.

It didn't matter in the slightest whether she liked the name or not because, at the end of the day, this was not her choice to make. My husband backed me up immediately, telling her that we had put a lot of thought into our baby's name and that it was not up for debate. So for the rest of the ceremony, she sulked like a child who had just been told no for the first time. She sat there, pouting, responding to people with short, clipped answers, acting like she had been personally wrong just because she didn't get her way.

At first, I thought that was the worst of it that she was just throwing another one of her dramatic tantrums. But I had no idea what she was planning next. Later, my son was getting tired, so I took him upstairs to his nursery to put him down for a nap. Since the event was still going on downstairs, I made sure to turn on the baby monitor and placed it near me so I could keep an eye on him. After all, this was the first time in weeks that I was actually able to enjoy myself and have some much-needed adult time with my husband. I was finally relaxing, laughing with our friends and family, and just enjoying the celebration. Some time passed, and everything seemed fine until suddenly,

I heard my baby crying through the monitor. My instincts immediately kicked in, and I got up to rush upstairs to check on him. But before I could even take a step, I saw Mill walking down the stairs. She was holding something tightly wrapped in a blanket clutching it to her chest like her life depended on it. I looked at her face, and she had this guilty, almost panicked expression like she had just been caught doing something she knew was wrong. She was trying to move past me quickly, avoiding my eyes, not saying a single word. That's when I noticed a tiny foot sticking out from under the blanket. It took me a second to even process what I was seeing, but then it hit me she was holding my baby, I immediately demanded, is that my son under all that blanket?

What the hell are you doing with him? This woman had taken my son out of his crib without telling anyone. Instead of answering me, she tried to push past me and kept moving toward the door, like she was trying to sneak out. This is when my husband rushed over, his face full of confusion and concern, and asked me what was happening. I turned to him, still in shock, and said, I heard our son crying upstairs. I was about to go check on him when I saw your mother coming down holding him wrapped up in this blanket and now, for some reason, she won't let me see him. His face changed instantly. He looked at his mother and demanded that she hand our baby back immediately. Mill then had the audacity to say, okay, fine, you caught me. I just wanted to spend

some quality time with my grandson, okay? I woke him up and thought I could take him outside. I mean, you both, have barely even let me hold my grandson since he was born. Excuse me? My husband and I were furious. I was shaking. Why was she sneaking our son out of the house like a damn thief? Why did she even wake him up in the first place when he was peacefully sleeping? Instead of realizing the seriousness of the situation, she doubled down arguing with us like we were the ones in the wrong.

I am his grandmother. I have every right to take him whenever I want. She screamed. I was shaking with anger. No, you don't. You are not his parent. You cannot just take someone's baby and walk out of their house like a damn kidnapper. But she wasn't listening.

Instead, she started ranting and raving, blaming us for pushing her to do this because we had been so cruel by keeping her away from her grandson. At this point, my husband had had had enough. enough. Mom, this is insane. You need to give our son back. Now. She still wouldn't budge. She kept backing away toward the door. My heart was racing. I could see my baby's tiny hands sticking out from under the blanket, his little fingers wiggling as he squirmed. He started to cry, clearly uncomfortable under all those blankets. Mill was holding tightly onto him and looked completely unhinged. So, at this point, my motherly instinct kicked in and I snapped. If you don't hand my baby back right now,

I am calling the police. The room went dead silent. For the first time, I saw fear flicker in her eyes. She looked at me, then down at my baby, and said, you are such a snake. You are the reason why me and my son are not close anymore. But you know what? I am not going to let you keep me away from my grandson. Maybe next time, I'll actually be able to sneak out with the baby from this house without you noticing. You won't always be this careful, you know? My blood turned to ice as I realized that she was threatening to take my child again. Like this was some kind of sick game to her. I lost it. I immediately pulled out my phone so fast I don't even remember unlocking it. I called 911 on the spot. I told them that my mill was trying to kidnap. I didn't. I told them that my mill was

trying to kidnap my baby and I needed help. The moment Mill realized I had actually called the police, her entire demeanor changed. Suddenly, she wasn't so confident anymore. My husband snatched our son from her arms safely. By this time, everyone in the room was just horrified at her. Mill did try to escape, but several other relatives blocked the front door, making sure she had nowhere to go. This is my grandson. I was just taking him out for a little. I was just taking him out for a little while. This isn't even a crime. I have every right to take him wherever I want. She kept saying over and over again like a deranged person. It was insane. I checked on my son, making sure he was okay. My poor baby was scared, confused, and whimpering, but he was safe.

Mill, however, kept spiraling. She started screeching at us, calling me a vile woman for keeping her from her precious grandson. She even turned to my husband and yelled, how could you betray your own mother like this? I raised you. And now you sighed with her over me? Before my husband could even respond, we heard sirens outside. The police had arrived. Mill immediately tried to switch tactics. She turned to the officers, putting on her best poor old grandma act. She kept saying how it was all just a big misunderstanding and that we had all overreacted by calling them. My husband, still fuming, explained everything to them how Mill had sneaked upstairs, taken our sleeping baby, wrapped him up, and tried to leave the

house without telling anyone. And then I told them the worst part that she had even threatened that she would try to take our son again. That was all the officers needed to hear. They turned to Mill and told her she was under arrest. She started screaming at the top of her lungs, thrashing as they put the cuffs on her. This is insane. You can't do this to me. I'm his grandmother. I have rights. I did nothing wrong. Suffice it to say, after that, the party was pretty much over. All of us were upset and no one could believe just how insane my mill had acted right in front of us. She has always crossed boundaries, but this was on a whole other level. Right now, my husband and his siblings are discussing the possibility of taking their mother for a mental health evaluation once she is

released on bail. Update 3. Thank you to everyone for reaching out to me. My husband and I are going through all your comments, and we truly appreciate the support. After discussing it, we've decided to go ahead and hire a lawyer to file a restraining order against my mother-in-law. We are definitely not dropping the charges against her, regardless of her mental state, because we believe she needs to learn a lesson. No one in the family thinks we overreacted by calling the police, as they were all present at the party and saw her behavior firsthand. My parents are very concerned for me, so my mom has come over and will be staying with me for a few days. Forward slash forward slash.