My emotions were all over the place when I entered my baby’s room. The walls my husband and I painted pink, the crib that we spent hours assembling, all of Amelia’s toys – it was all destroyed. The room was dark, painted in black color.
I stood in the middle of the nursery – frozen and scared. “What happened to my baby’s room? Where are all of her toys? Why is the crib broken?”
As I was trying to figure out what had happened, pinching myself just to make sure I wasn’t in the middle of my worst nightmare, my MIL appeared in front of me. “Your daughter doesn’t deserve a pink room. Take her to her real family and don’t make a fool out of my poor son,” Janice said.
She couldn’t understand how my daughter could have dark skin when both my husband and I were white. Explaining to her that genetics are powerful and that Amelia’s skin color was inherited from my husband’s great-grandfather, who was Black, was to no avail.
Janice didn’t want to listen. What’s most, she accused me of infidelity.
But destroying my baby’s room was something I wasn’t willing to tolerate.
As she spoke ill of my daughter, demanding I “give her to her black family,” adding one insult after another, most of which racist, I managed to take my phone out and record her without her being aware of it.
It was then that I heard Tim’s car pulling in the driveway. I started calling his name, asking from him to come to the baby’s room.
When he entered, he was as shocked as I was.
“Mom, are you insane?” he yelled at her. “What have you done?”
“Tim, this woman is a liar. She wants you to raise another man’s child.”
“Mom, Alice is my daughter, how can’t you understand that?” Tim asked, not able to fight his mom’s stubbornness any longer.
“Please pack your things and leave, we don’t want you here any longer.”
Janice yelled “fine,” and slammed the door of the nursery.
I was about to cry when Tim told me she wasn’t worth it. Her words meant nothing. They couldn’t hurt us.
Since Janice offended me, I decided to teach her a lesson. Taking to the social media, I wrote a post about Amelia, the nursery her dad and I decorated with so much love, and how her grandma destroyed it completely. I uploaded the recording, and in no time, the post got the attention of the entire family, as well as Janice’s friends.
Tim and I received plenty of messages of support, while Janice received backlash for her racist comments.
Later, we learned that the post was seen by her boss, who fired her.
In the weeks to come, we worked to rebuild our lives and our daughter’s room. It took some time, but the place was once again vibrant and full of life, just like our baby daughter deserved.
Over time, Janice tried to reach to us, but both Tim and I agreed that we didn’t need her in our lives. Her words and actions led to her humiliation, and honestly, I didn’t feel sorry for her because I believe she deserved it.
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