After delivering a grandson for my husband’s family, I believed everything would be peaceful in their home. Yet on the very first day, I discovered a painful reality…

My husband and I reside and work in Mumbai. At first, our plan was to deliver our baby in a large city hospital for convenience. But then my husband suggested:

– “This is our family’s only grandson, you should return to your hometown to give birth so my parents can boast to their relatives.”

So, a week before my due date, I went to my husband’s ancestral home in Uttar Pradesh. The plan was to stay there for one month, and once our son turned a month old, we would then move to my mother’s house.

Life in my husband’s house – the bitterness of “grandson, mother’s burden”