I Want to Push My Son Toward Divorce. Why Should He Stay with Such a Brainless Wife?

**Diary Entry**

I want my son to get a divorce. Why does he need such a brainless wife?

Theres this stereotype that mothers-in-law are wicked witches who torment their poor, helpless daughters-in-law for no reason. Scroll through any online forumyoull find plenty of those stories. And here I am, that very “evil mother-in-law,” not just nitpicking but dead set on ending my sons marriage. And you know what? Im not ashamed. I know Im right, and Ill explain why, even as anger and pain for my boy seethe inside me.

My son, Oliver, met this girl, Tamsin, about five years ago. But he only introduced her to me much laterafter hed already proposed. From the first glance, I didnt like her, and as it turned out, my gut was spot onshe was an absolute nightmare.

I invited them over to our cosy flat in the outskirts of Manchester. Tamsin hadnt even taken her shoes off when her phone rang. Instead of excusing herself, she started giggling away with a mate right there in the hallway. Fifteen minutes! I stood there, gritting my teeth, while she cackled over some nonsense. Right then, I knew something was off.

At the table, I didnt grill herjust watched. But when the conversation turned to her life and plans, it all fell into place. She barely scraped through school, was in her final year of college, but university? Not a thought. Why bother? In her words, a womans job is to be a wife and motherfull stop. She had no intention of working. Her parents bankrolled her now, and soon, I suppose, that duty would fall to Oliver. Still living with Mum and Dad, but planning to move into our flat after the wedding. And the cherry on top? She was pregnant. Early days, so the wedding had to be quick before the bump gave her away. She acted like the world owed her everything, as if her looks were a free pass to an easy life.

The worst came when Oliver stepped outside for a smoke. Tamsin pulled out a pack of slim cigarettes and followed. Pregnantand smoking! I nearly choked on my outrage. What about the baby? She didnt seem to care.

Soon, they married, and we all lived together. I left for work early, came home late, while Tamsin slept till noon, lounged about doing nothing, and kept darting outside for a smoke. She took a pregnancy leave from college. Every evening, I came back to chaosa sink full of dishes, clothes everywhere, an empty fridge. She didnt cook, didnt cleanjust glued to her phone, yapping with her mum or mates.

When I asked her to help, shed wave me offmorning sickness, exhaustion. Yet she still trotted off to cafés with friends or dragged Oliver to nightclubs till dawn. I bit my tonguefor his sake. Then our grandson arrived. And guess what? Tamsin didnt change a bit. Oliver was up at night with the baby, pushing the pram, taking him to doctors appointments. I helped evenings and weekends, exhausted after work. And her? Lazing on the sofa, scrolling, smoking like it was nothing. I shook with rage.

I tried talkingcalmly, then firmly. Shed smirk and ignore me. Worse, Oliver always defended her. When I pointed out her laziness, her uselessness, hed shut me down: “Mum, shes trying, its just hard for her.” Wed argue. Hed shout at menever her. My boy, my only son, blinded by love for this empty-headed girl.

The tension became unbearable. One day, I snapped: “Take your wife and child and get out! See how you manage on your own!” They left. Oliver was furious, stopped speaking to me. I tried to make him see the truth, but he shut me out. Now he barely calls, never visits. Im certainTamsins poisoning him against me, driving a wedge between us. And I love him more than life itself. I adore my grandson with all my heart.

Ive decidedOliver doesnt need a wife like this. He deserves bettersomeone clever, caring, not this lazy, selfish girl. He cant see it yet, but Ill do whatever it takes to end this marriage. I wont stop until hes free. One day, hell realise I was right, hug me, and say, “Thank you, Mum.” And well raise our grandson properlywithout her shadow, her neglect, her cigarette smoke. I wont back down. This is my war for my boys happiness.