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
After our parents died in a house fire, I became the only family my six-year-old twin brothers had left. I pulled them out of the flames myself, and from that night on, my life became about protecting them.
My fiancé, Mark, stepped up without hesitation. He loved the boys like his own, went to grief counseling with us, and promised we’d adopt them as soon as we could. To the twins, he was already their dad — they even called him “Mork.”
But Mark’s mother, Joyce, hated them.
She accused me of using Mark’s money, called the boys “baggage,” ignored them at family gatherings, and once even skipped them when serving cake at a child’s birthday party. Still, I tried to endure it.
Until she crossed a line I’ll never forgive.
While I was away for work, Joyce visited and gave the boys suitcases filled with clothes. Then she told them they’d soon be sent to another family because they “didn’t belong.” The twins were hysterical when I got home, begging me not to send them away.
That was it.
On Mark’s birthday, we invited Joyce over and let her believe we were giving the boys up. She celebrated — until Mark calmly told her the truth: the boys were staying, and she was the one leaving our lives.
We cut contact, filed for protection, and moved forward with adoption.
Now, every night, the boys ask, “Are we staying forever?”
And every night, I answer the same way: “Forever.”
