My children may have been born and raised in the USA, but I like to think I raised them as good kids. They are excellent students, well mannered, they are not exceptional, but I feel AH, we did well.
My daughter is the oldest. My own MIL, my daughter’s Dadi would not touch her own granddaughter as she was a ‘female’. And my MIL is a medical doctor.
I kept my mouth shut over the years, but I put my foot down over the years too, for myself and for my children. I have been bataameez for my own self respect, and for the respect of my children. I wanted my daughters to learn to stand up for themselves, and not see their mother hounded and accused by lies.
My inlaws have called me names in front of my children, and my children have seen me stay quiet, My inlaws have called me other things, and my children have seen me answer and fight back.
My husband stood up for me many times, always fought for me. I won’t deny that. Countless times he has told his parents to not push it. There have been very blissful periods.
Except now, things have changed ever so slightly. My inlaws are in ill health. They have retired. They are spending more time in Pakistan, they talk about dying, and how no-one will take care of the jaaidat, carry the name. I don’t know if this has triggered something in my husband.