My Future MIL Told My Orphaned Little Brothers They’d Be ‘Sent to a New Family Soon’ – So We Gave Her the Harshest Lesson of Her Life
Three months ago, my parents died in a house fire, leaving me as the only family my six-year-old twin brothers had left. I pulled them out myself. From that night on, protecting them became my entire world.
My fiancé, Mark, stepped in without hesitation. He loved the boys like his own and promised we’d adopt them as soon as the courts allowed. They adored him, calling him “Mork.”
But his mother, Joyce, hated them.
She called them “baggage,” ignored them at family events, and once even skipped giving them cake at a child’s birthday party. Still, nothing prepared me for what she did when I was away on a short work trip.
Joyce visited while Mark was cooking and gave the boys suitcases filled with clothes and toiletries. Then she told them they’d be sent to another family because they didn’t belong.
I came home to two terrified children begging me not to send them away.
Mark confronted her. She admitted it calmly—said she was “preparing them for the inevitable.” That was the breaking point.
On Mark’s birthday, we invited her over. We pretended to announce we were giving the boys up. Joyce lit up with joy.
That’s when Mark told her the truth: the boys were staying—and she was leaving.
He cut contact, removed her from emergencies, and demanded therapy and an apology to the boys before any future contact.
The twins ran into his arms that night, safe at last.
Their adoption papers are being filed next week.
And every night, when they ask, “Are we staying forever?”
We answer: “Forever and ever.”
