15 Short Stories About Relationships With the Endings That You Don’t Expect

For years, my mother-in-law made me feel like I was broken just because I didn’t have kids. My husband and I are doing all right without babies. But to her? I’m the woman who “ruined” her son’s chance at a “real” family.
Recently, she crossed all limits, so I decided to teach her a lesson. Although my husband thinks I overreacted.
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My MIL treats me poorly and looks down on me, just because I’m not a “mom”. She mocked me, belittled me, and constantly joked about it at family gatherings. I tried to stay respectful, but the day she crossed the line, I decided it was time for payback.
My husband, Ryan, and I have been married for five years. Early in our relationship, we initially tried to have a baby, but there were complications. So, we both agreed that having children wasn’t something we wanted at the moment.
We love our careers, travel often, and value our freedom. Our life feels full, even without kids.
But from day one, my MIL saw things differently. At first, she’d joke, “Don’t worry, she’ll soon change her mind, the clock is ticking.” Later, it became “Ryan deserves to be a father, not just a husband.”
It stung, but I bit my tongue. I wanted to keep the peace.
Recently, we had a large family gathering on our anniversary. While we were opening presents with the family, my MIL handed me a gift box and asked me to open it in front of everyone. I hesitated but looked inside. My jaw dropped when I saw what was in there.
A baby onesie. I froze. Everyone in the room turned to look at me. “Oh, don’t be so uptight,” she laughed. “It’s just a joke! Unless you’re finally ready to act like a real woman.”
I smiled politely, placed the gift aside, and stood up to help clear the dishes. But I was fuming inside. Enough was enough.
I was promoted to a director role at my job. It was the biggest moment of my career, and I was over the moon. Ryan was proud. My parents were proud.
Even my MIL called to “congratulate” me—but her tone was weirdly cold. Then she said, “So when’s the celebration? I’d love to join.”
At first, I hesitated. But then I thought... sure. Let’s have dinner. So I invited her. But this time, I was going to be the one holding the mic.
We met at a nice restaurant downtown. It was me, Ryan, my parents, and my in-laws. Everything was going smoothly—until dessert. Ryan toasted: “To my wife—the most dedicated, driven, inspiring woman I know. We’re so proud of you.”
Everyone clapped. My MIL gave a tight smile. Then I stood up to say a few words.
“I just want to thank everyone for the support, especially the women who paved the way for me. Like my own mom, who balanced work and home with grace.” Then I turned to my MIL, still smiling, “And of course, my mother-in-law. She chose a different path. She stayed home to raise a family and sacrificed a career for motherhood.”
She nodded proudly. I kept going.
“She couldn’t chase her dreams, and now she depends entirely on her husband—and sometimes her son—to manage expenses. That kind of dependence takes a different kind of strength. Her biggest achievement is being a mother, and she’s so proud of it, she wishes the same for everyone”.
There was silence. My MIL’s smile dropped. Everyone else sipped their drinks awkwardly. Ryan didn’t say a word.
After dinner, my MIL pulled me aside. “That was uncalled for,” she hissed.
I looked her straight in the eye and said, “Was it? Because for years, you’ve shamed me for building the life I wanted, not becoming a mom. Yet, you’re here, pretending to celebrate my achievement.” She didn’t respond.
Since that night, she’s been strangely... quiet. No baby jokes. No subtle digs. Just polite small talk. And honestly? I think she finally got the message.
But the incident has led to tension between my husband and me. He feels I shouldn’t have publicly humiliated his mother this way. I think she had it coming after torturing me all these years. Were my actions unjustified? I’d love to know your opinions.
In our previous letter, a woman wrote to us explaining why she refused to babysit her grandkids for free. Read it here: I Refuse to Change My Grandkids’ Diapers—I’m a Grandma, Not a Free Nanny