I had always seen posts on Reddit about DNA test results causing chaos in families, but I never thought I’d find myself in the similar case. Especially not a paternity test for my own son.

My name is Amelia, 30 years old, and until recently, I thought I had it all. A loving husband, a beautiful son, and a picture-perfect life.

But I suppose my mother-in-law, Gloria, didn’t want to let me live in peace.

David and I met in high school and we’ve been inseparable ever since. Though we were in a long-distance relationship during college, we ensured the distance didn’t affect our bond. I was 25 when David and I decided to tie the knot.

“Mom loves you! She thinks you’re the perfect girl for me,” he’d tell me whenever I’d ask him about his mother, and I believed him. Big mistake.

Back then, Gloria always made me feel loved and I never considered her an evil mother-in-law even a year after our wedding. She was always this sweet and caring lady who loved hosting dinners for us.

However, after I gave birth to Evan, things slowly began to change. I still remember the joy I felt upon seeing him for the first time. His tiny hands and feet just stole my heart.

Gloria started her relentless nagging and constantly pointed out how Evan didn’t look like David.

I initially brushed it off, thinking it was just a phase. But I realized it was much more than that when she planted the seed of doubt in David’s mind.

“Are you sure he’s David’s?” she’d whisper when she thought I couldn’t hear. “He doesn’t have your nose or your eyes.”

I’d just tell myself to stay quiet, and thought she’d stop one day. But it hurt. It hurt a lot. And David? He’d just shrug it off.

“Mom’s just being Mom,” he’d say. “She doesn’t mean any harm.”

As the comments kept coming, I felt the strain on our once-close relationship growing.

Things came to a head at our last family gathering. Gloria was at it again, making not-so-subtle comments about Evan’s appearance.

“You know, David,” she said, sipping her wine, “I was looking at your baby pictures the other day. Evan doesn’t look anything like you did at his age.”

I saw David shift uncomfortably in his seat.

“Mom, please,” he muttered.

But Gloria wasn’t done.

“I’m just saying, maybe you should consider a paternity test,” she said. “You know, to settle the matter once and for all.”

What the heck? I thought. What does she think she’d doing?

I thought David would give her a shut-up call, but he just sat there and said nothing.

I looked at him, but he just looked down, unable to meet my gaze.

This wasn’t the first time Gloria had made such comments in front of family and friends, but it was the first time David hadn’t immediately dismissed the idea.

That night, after everyone had left and Evan was tucked in bed, I confronted David in our living room.

“How could you let her say those things?” I demanded. “How could you not defend me?”

David sighed.

“Amelia, I know Evan’s mine,” he began. “But maybe… maybe Mom’s right. Maybe a DNA test would shut her up for good.”

I was shocked at what I was hearing. My husband was considering getting a DNA test on OUR son. That was unbelievable.

“Are you serious right now?” I snapped. “You want to get a DNA test because your mother can’t keep her mouth shut?”

“I’m just trying to find a solution!” David shot back. “I’m tired of her constant nagging too, you know.”

“I can’t believe you think a test is the solution!” I shouted, tears now flowing freely. “Do you have any idea how much this hurts me? How much it makes me question our entire marriage?”

We argued late into the night. And eventually I agreed to the test, but I wasn’t happy. I was upset. Angry. Heartbroken.

I started to wonder if this was the beginning of the end for us.

The next few days were a blur. I did all the daily tasks, including making breakfast, taking Evan to preschool, and doing laundry. But deep down, I didn’t feel like myself.

I could feel a storm raging inside me.

Every loving moment between David and Evan that I’d cherished now felt tainted. How could Gloria be so cruel? How could David not see how much this was hurting me?

I found myself looking at rental listings, just in case. I even called a lawyer, “just to know my options,” I told myself.

All the while, memories of my own parents’ messy divorce kept flashing through my mind. I swore to myself that no matter what happened, I wouldn’t let Evan grow up in a toxic environment.

While waiting for the test results, I couldn’t help but replay all the happy moments we had shared as a family. I had tears in my eyes as I remembered the time David taught Evan how to ride a bike.

How could Gloria not see the love between them? I thought.

I remember the day the results were due. I was so nervous.

It was around 11 a.m. when I heard my phone ring. It was a message from David.

Results are in. Evan’s mine. Of course.

Of course. As if there was ever any doubt. As if we hadn’t just put our entire family through hell because of his mother’s insecurities.

That’s when I decided enough was enough.

I gave David a call and told him to come home early. I called Gloria and asked her to come over too. Then I called Dr. Phillips, our family doctor who had done the test, and asked him to join us.

Soon, everyone gathered in our living room.

Gloria looked smug, probably thinking she’d been proven right somehow. Meanwhile, David looked uncomfortable, as usual.

“Well, I have the results here,” Dr. Phillips began. “And I must say, they’re quite interesting.”

Gloria leaned forward, eager to hear what he had to say. Meanwhile, I just held my breath.

“The test confirms that Evan is indeed David’s biological son,” Dr. Phillips continued.

I noticed how Gloria’s eyebrows furrowed. She just couldn’t believe it.

“But there’s more,” Dr. Phillips said.

“We found that Evan has inherited a rare genetic trait. It’s so rare, in fact, that we had to do some digging to trace its origin.”

He paused, looking directly at Gloria.

“Gloria, this trait comes from your side of the family. It’s the reason why Evan doesn’t closely resemble David. He takes after your grandfather.”

Everyone was silent. Gloria looked like she had received the worst news of her life, and David covered his mouth with his hand.

And me? I felt relieved but angry.

I was angry at how Gloria had made me feel during the past few years. I knew this was the right time to confront her.

“All this time,” I began in a shaky voice, “you made me feel like an outsider. You questioned my integrity, and my faithfulness. You made me doubt my own marriage. And it turns out, the very thing you despised in my son came from you.”

“I-I didn’t know,” Gloria stammered. “I never meant—”

“You never meant what?” I cut her off. “To hurt me? To make me feel like I didn’t belong in this family? Well, congratulations, Gloria. You succeeded.”

“Mom, I think you should leave,” David finally spoke up.

Gloria nodded and began to gather her things. Meanwhile, she kept apologizing to me.

“Amelia, I’m so sorry. I never thought this—”

“I can’t deal with this right now, Gloria,” I cut her off again. “I’m too hurt and too angry. Things need to change if you want to be part of this family moving forward. I won’t tolerate any more disrespect. Not towards me, and definitely not towards Evan.”

She was speechless. She just left without saying another word.

Once Dr. Phillips also left, David found the opportunity to talk to me.

“Amelia, I’m sorry,” he began. “I should have stood up for you. For us. Can we, uh, can we try counseling?”

I looked at him for some seconds. This man, who didn’t once think before going for the paternity test, now suddenly felt sorry. He knew he had messed up, and now he wanted to give our marriage a second chance.

“We can try,” I said slowly. “But I want you to know that I’m ready to walk away if things don’t improve.”

I have no idea what the future holds as I write this, but I do know one thing. I’m done letting others dictate my worth or my place in this family.

This incident taught me how to stand up and fight for the respect I deserve. I want you all to know that you shouldn’t allow anyone to make you doubt yourself. You’re stronger than you know. Always remember that.

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