My Husband Forbade Me to Eat a Piece of Cake at a Family Dinner – Then My MIL Stood Up

I believed that the worst was over a few months after a painful and tiring delivery in which I had gone through a difficult process. I was wrong.

My husband was obsessed with something I was not ready to deal with, my body, instead of supporting, loving, and being patient with me.

And I had not known how serious it was getting… until one family dinner altered everything.

The Struggle After Birth

I am just a few months after childbirth and frankly speaking, I am losing my identity.

I was so sick during pregnancy. The subsequent nights without sleep were interminable. I was fatigued, my spirit weak and I was doing my best to take care of our newborn baby Emma- who is absolutely perfect.
However, as I made some attempts to recover, my husband Jake appeared to be obsessed with a single issue, which was my appearance.

“Just Jokes”… Or So He Said

It did not seem that big initially.

You are not really going to eat all that, are you? he would say carelessly.

Or, you have a puffy-looking face. Maybe cut back on salt?”

I brushed it off. I said to myself he did not mean anything by it.

But then it got worse.

He began to comment about my stomach.

“Wow… it’s still pretty big, huh?”

He would even take my belly and laugh. I asked him to quit but he would just shake it off.

“Relax. I’m just joking.”

But these so-called jokes did not seem like jokes any more.

The Pressure Kept Growing

Jake would come and stand behind me as I was dressing and look at me on the mirror.

One day he said: Your thighs did not touch each other the way they touch.

I reminded him once more, of my just-born baby.

But he likened me to other women.Herbs and Spices.

“Look at my friends’ wives. They bounced back. They actually care.”

Something had snapped in me at that sentence.

I walked into the bathroom and sobbed because he did not want to hear me.

The “Diet” That Broke Me

One day, a man, who came home after a working day, had a bag of groceries and a proud smile.

“I got you something,” he said.

He poured the bag on the counter.

Cucumbers. Just cucumbers.

I thought he was joking.

He wasn’t.

Now these and water must be your friends now, said he. “You want to lose weight, right?”

I attempted to clarify that I was breastfeeding, always hungry, and required to be fed well.

But he dismissed everything.

Eventually, I gave in.

I was too tired to argue. Too much exhausted emotionally to fight.

I ceased to consume anything that I liked. No sweets. No comfort food. Just cucumbers, just salads, and just shakes.

I was nursing my infant… but hardly I was nursing myself.

I felt lightheaded, depressed and incessantly hungry.

And the worst part?

The scale started going down.

However, in place of the feeling of pride, I experienced a feeling of entrapment.

The Dinner That Changed Everything.
This started to break at the birthday dinner of my mother-in-law Linda.

There was the aroma of good food in the house roast, potatoes, fresh bread and something cheesy cooking in the oven.

I was starving.Baked Goods

I recalled the warning of Jake.

“Don’t go crazy with the food.”

And so I took the bare minimum on my plate–no more than that to raise a question.

Jake observed… and made me a little nod of approval.

That hurt more than anything.

The Moment of Humiliation

Then came dessert.
I said to myself: Only a little slice. You deserve it.

I was reluctant when Linda offered me cake and at last I took my plate.

And that’s when Jake spoke.

Noise enough to be audible.

“No, babe. That’s enough for you. You don’t need cake. Let’s not ruin your progress.”

The room went silent.

I felt every eye on me.

My face burned. My hands shook. Tears filled my eyes.

I felt small. Embarrassed. She was totally humiliated.Candy & Sweets.

When My MIL Stepped In

I hoped my mother-in-law would remain silent.

But she slowly laid aside the knife,… and rose.

She looked directly at Jake.

“Stand up,” she said firmly.

There was nothing but the silence of the room.

Jake stood, confused and pale.

Then she talked,–but calmly,–but with a power that made the whole room full.Desserts

I have been pregnant with you nine months, said she. I nourished you, nursing you, and never once did I embarrass you about you eating something.

She pointed at me.

And I shall not sit here and watch you treat your wife as thou hast done after she bears and delivers thy child.

No one moved.

No one spoke.

One Small Thing Which Made a Difference.

Then she turned to me.

The expression of her face flattened.

She made a huge piece of cake–larger than I should have dared to take–and put it very tenderly upon my plate.

“Eat,” she said quietly. And never again allow thyself to be so treated.

I burst into tears.Desserts.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

She laid her hand on my shoulder, and told me,

“You grew my granddaughter. You can eat cake in my house.”

I bit into it and it was not just cake.

It tasted like support. Like dignity. Like being seen.

After That Night

There was no conversation of any kind on the way home.

Jake didn’t say a word.

Not about the cake.

Not about my body.

Nothing at all.

But this time in months never before… I didn’t feel small anymore.

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