You gave birth 5 weeks ago. You bled for 5 weeks, you hardly slept and you're keeping a newborn alive with your own body. During this time, your husband's mother has moved in with you. She makes herself comfortable in the living room as if it were her holiday home. She's constantly inviting people over, leaving chaos everywhere, talking loudly on the phone as if the place belonged to her. You didn't say anything. Every time you wanted to speak up, Riccardo interrupted you as if you were ungrateful. "She's here to help you, be happy!" Yes, of course, help with the baby. She didn't lift a finger. No diaper changes, no bottle changes, nothing at all. You did everything yourself. Day and night, breastfeeding, changing diapers, wiping spit-up, rocking him to sleep, falling asleep halfway up. You kept quiet because she cooked every day, that was her "help." You thought, okay, at least she cooks warm food.

This evening, you should lose your temper. You're in the bedroom, breastfeeding your son, when you get hungry. Right after breastfeeding, you go downstairs and find your mother-in-law and Riccardo relaxing on the couch watching a series. When you ask if there's any food left, Riccardo says

Riccardo: I don't know, I think so, honey.

You go into the kitchen and see they've eaten everything. You lose your temper. You stomp into the living room and angrily ask why they didn't leave anything. Riccardo's mother says

Mother-in-law: You didn't come to dinner! Your bad luck!