09/27/2025
So, I (31F) have been married to my husband for nine years. About a month ago, I had my fourth miscarriage (31 weeks). Three months ago, my 21-year-old SIL showed up crying at our door. She was pregnant, her boyfriend bailed, and she had nowhere to go. Of course, we took her in.
At first, I tried to support her. I sat with her when she cried; we binged shows, and ate ice cream until we passed out. It felt like bonding. But soon the cracks showed. I'm a neat freak. She's… not. Clothes everywhere, dirty dishes in random spots, even her dirty socks on the living room table. I asked her nicely to be cleaner—she cried, promised, then got worse. Suddenly, I was "expected" to do her laundry, dishes, and clean her room because she's pregnant.
When I told my husband, he said: "Hun, she's going through a lot. Maybe it'll make you feel better to take care of someone who's pregnant."
I was stunned.
Then came the breaking point: the one food I could stomach after my miscarriage, I labeled it, asked her not to touch it, but she ate it anyway.
And then she planned a baby shower at MY house without asking. About halfway through the party, my husband and SIL announced that they wanted to show the nursery to everyone. I was confused, nursery? She was staying that long? What room did she turn into a nursery?
They told everyone to head upstairs. That's when it hit me. They were talking about MY nursery, for MY baby I had JUST lost!
In that moment, something inside me snapped. I knew I couldn't let it slide this time.⬇️
