When I met Callum, his kindness won me over. We dated for two years, and though my pregnancy was unplanned, he proposed, and I believed in our future. His family, however, never accepted me, calling me “the girl he got pregnant” and making snide remarks about my son’s appearance. At his dad’s birthday, I overheard his mom, sister, and aunt call our marriage a mistake from a “rebellious phase,” implying Callum was trapped.
Devastated, I confronted him later at a café. He admitted he’d let their behavior slide to avoid conflict but vowed to change. That night, he told his mom we’d stop visiting unless they respected me. We haven’t returned in four months, and our home feels lighter. His sister recently apologized, but I’m not ready to respond. I’ve learned you can’t force acceptance from those who reject you. Callum’s stand showed me I’m enough, and peace matters more than approval.
