My MIL Cried All Day after My Mom Came Over & Told Her She Knew Her Secret

Hope and Scott are extremely lucky to have the assistance of their mothers in the process of raising their kid, Miles.

On the other hand, when the grandmothers start competing with one another, things start to get ugly, and hidden family secrets are revealed.

During the time that Scott and I were expecting our son, Miles, we were frequently reminded of how fortunate we were to have our mothers present to assist us in taking care of the infant.

“It’s such a blessing,” one of my supervisors said. You will be able to leave Miles at home with the peace of mind that he will be well looked for, and you will be able to go on date nights with Scott. Maintain the fire that burns and everything else.”

Indeed, she was correct. After the initial several months of becoming attached to Miles, it was much simpler to part ways with him while our mothers were present.

On the other hand, things changed quite quickly.

There was a competition between my mother, Evelyn, and Scott’s mother, Thelma, since they both desired to be referred to as the most exceptional grandma. After that, they started buying Miles extravagant clothes and toys, with each present being an attempt to outdo the one that came before it.

In light of the fact that Thelma has had more time on her hands ever since Scott’s father died away several years ago, she frequently spends more time with Miles than she does with my mother.

When my mother discovered that Thelma had spent three consecutive days with Miles, she expressed her displeasure by saying, “It’s not my fault I have to look after your father and your brother’s children as well.”

“I’m not saying it’s your fault, Mom,” I said since I was attempting to maintain my composure. It was just that I wanted to catch up on some work, and Scott was unable to go anytime soon. Therefore, Thelma showed there to save the day.

“I’m sure she did,” my mother commented with a sour tone.
Things continued to deteriorate beyond that point.

Last night, Scott arrived at home in a grumpy attitude. When my husband burst into our home, his face a mask of confusion and rage, I was in the kitchen, making dinner and singing along to nursery rhymes while Miles were falling asleep. At the same time, I was singing along to the rhymes.

He leaned over and kissed Miles on the head as he pulled him off the infant carrier that was sitting on the counter. “Hope,” he muttered.

“I just spoke to my mum,” he added in a tone that was sluggish.

“Oh, great!” I uttered those words without giving it any thought. “Is she coming over again?”

It is not. This afternoon, she has been weeping nonstop. And what did your mother have to say to her? The excitement of the children’s song that was playing through my phone was abruptly interrupted by the abrupt change in Scott’s voice which had taken place.

“My mum?” I inquired, completely taken aback. “I don’t know what happened, just that Thelma was gone when I arrived, and my mum left after I showered.”

In order to get in touch with my mother, I walked outside and left Scott in the kitchen with the meal that was cooking on the stove.

As I prepared myself for anything terrible, I realised that my mother does not have any filters and frequently expresses her opinions, regardless of whether or not they could cause problems.

“Mom, what happened with Thelma?” Before even greeting her, I inquired about it. “Why has she been crying all afternoon?”

The delay was long and drawn out, and my mother let out a long, deep sigh.

“I told her that I knew the truth,” she claimed.

“The truth about what?” My gut began to tighten, and I posed the question.

This is the fact that she is not actually Miles’s grandmother. The fact that she continued to conceal it was no longer acceptable.

My heart sunk to it. What kind of a thing could my mother possibly say?

“Mom, what are you talking about?” I inquired about it. “You need to explain everything.”

Again, my mother let out a sigh.

“Come over with Scott, honey,” she urged. “I’m over here.” “I’ll explain everything.”

We drove to my mother’s place, both perplexed and anxious about what was going to happen. Scott, who has always shown my mother respect, made an effort to be diplomatic and was certain that the situation was a misunderstanding.

He remarked this as we drew up into the driveway of the house. “I think they just need to iron out their issues,” he mentioned.

My mom was already prepared with a teapot. Miles had been provided with biscuits and even fruit that had been sliced by her. Without a doubt, we were about to embark on a significant journey.

After pouring tea for us, she started telling us her story.

“Miles’s biological grandmother is not Thuma,” the speaker said. Scott, she is not your biological mother as you know her.

Despite the fact that he is always so calm, my husband appeared as if the ground had been torn out from beneath him.

In a stuttering voice, he asked, “How…how do you know this?”

In full story mode, my mother went into operation. She related to us how she had lately caught up with a buddy from school who had gone on to become a physician.

A moment after I informed her about Miles and presented her with photographs, she immediately recognised Thelma. It was then that she recalled that Thelma had been one of her patients during the time that she was attempting to conceive.

When my mother told Scott that Thelma was unable to have children, she had adopted him when he was barely a baby, placing him for adoption three days after he was born. Scott’s face plummeted as my mother told him this.

With the intention of gaining a better understanding of the situation, Scott demanded that my mother get into the car, and we all travelled to Thelma’s residence together. The appearance of Thelma’s eyes, which were red and puffy, made it clear that she had been crying when we encountered her.

The truth was proven by Thelma despite the tears and the pain in her heart.

Thelma said, “I didn’t want you to love me any less,” and she was right. “I feared losing you if you yearned for your birth mother.”

The words “You should have told me” were spoken by Scott. “However, I can appreciate the reasons why you did not. No, Mom, it does not affect anything. In addition to being Miles’s grandmother, you are also my mother.

Although it has only been a day, I am still attempting to comprehend the reasons behind my mother’s harsh behaviour. However, she did apologise, explaining that she was simply envious of Thelma’s opportunity to spend more time with Miles rather than her own. To my astonishment, my mother-in-law decided to forgive her.

Within the 36 years that Scott has been alive, Thelma had known that she needed to tell him, but she had never been able to find the appropriate time to do so. She expressed her satisfaction that the truth had finally been told.