Give My Son a Boy or Get Out,’ My MIL Said — Then My Husband Looked at Me and Smirked, ‘So When Are You Leaving?

I was 33, pregnant with my fourth child, and living with my in-laws when my mother-in-law, Eun, made her threat clear: if this baby wasn’t a boy, she would kick me and my three daughters out.

My husband Fred didn’t defend me. He smirked and asked, “So when are you leaving?”

Eun treated my daughters like disappointments. She constantly reminded me that “boys carry the family name” and spoke about my pregnancy as if producing a son was my only value.

I begged Fred to stop her. He refused. “She wants a grandson. It’s normal,” he said.

Then one day, Eun began packing our clothes into trash bags. Fred stood in the doorway and shrugged. “You’re going anyway.”

That was my breaking point.

I called my mother, and she took us in immediately. That night, my daughters and I slept safely in my parents’ home.

The next day, Fred’s father Ben showed up, furious. He couldn’t believe what his wife and son had done.

“You don’t throw out my granddaughters,” he told them.

Ben helped us move into a small apartment and covered rent for a few months so we could rebuild.

I later gave birth there — a boy. Fred sent one cold message: “Looks like you finally succeeded.”

I blocked him.

The real victory was never the baby’s gender. It was leaving a home where my children were treated as less for being girls.

Now all four of my kids are growing up in peace, with Ben still visiting every Sunday, calling them all simply what they are: family.