I Always Felt Sick after Eating My MIL’s Dinner — My Life Changed Drastically When I Caught Her Red-Handed

Stella cherished her life with Zack and their children but repeated bouts of sickness after family dinners raised alarming suspicions. Determined to get to the bottom of it, Stella set a trap that led to a shocking discovery, leaving her questioning everything she knew about her family.

My name is Stella, and I’m a 32-year-old wife and mother. Life has been a whirlwind since I met Zack, my rock and my confidant. We’ve been married for seven years, and in that time, we’ve welcomed two beautiful kids into the world: Dylan, who’s six, and Faith, who’s five.

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Our family isn’t perfect, but we’ve always found our way through the ups and downs together.

Zack and I met at a mutual friend’s wedding. He was charming, funny, and had this infectious smile that could light up any room. We clicked instantly. Fast forward a few years, and there we were, exchanging vows and building our life together.

Zack’s unwavering support and love were constants in my life, or so I thought. What I didn’t realize was that his mother, Cynthia, was quietly and determinedly working against me.

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Cynthia never approved of me from day one. She never outright said it, but her actions spoke volumes. She had this uncanny ability to be the sweetest person in Zack’s presence, but the moment he turned his back, she’d unleash her disdain.

“Stella, dear, you really should learn how to cook better,” she’d say with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes whenever Zack left the room. “Zack deserves so much more than what you’re offering.”

I’d tell Zack about these comments, but he’d always brush them off. “Mom’s just old-fashioned,” he’d say, laughing it off. “She doesn’t mean any harm.”

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Cynthia loved Dylan and Faith, or at least, she acted like she did. She’d bring them gifts, bake cookies with them, and shower them with affection. It was as if she was trying to prove to Zack what a wonderful grandmother she was, all while subtly undermining me.

But this is where things become interesting and a bit dark. I always thought Cynthia’s dislike and disapproval of me were restricted to mere comments, but that was until we started receiving dinner invites from her and whatnot.

Every month, like clockwork, we’d attend family functions at her house. And every month, like clockwork, I’d end up feeling sick afterward. It started with a stomach ache, then nausea, and by the time we got home, I’d be racing to the bathroom, struck down by a severe case of diarrhea.

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“Zack, I swear it’s something your mom’s putting in my food,” I told him one night after another miserable evening at Cynthia’s. I was curled up on the couch, clutching my stomach while Zack looked at me with concern and disbelief.

“Stella, come on,” he said, rubbing my back. “You know Mom wouldn’t do something like that. She loves us. She loves the kids.”

“Maybe she loves you and the kids, but she sure as hell doesn’t love me,” I muttered, the frustration boiling over. “She never gets sick. You never get sick. It’s always me. Every single time.”

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Zack sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to say, Stella. Maybe it’s just stress? You’ve been under a lot lately with the kids and work.”

I shook my head, tears welling up. “No, Zack. You don’t understand. It’s not stress.”

I knew Zack wouldn’t believe me until I had substantial proof. But how could I prove it? I couldn’t exactly go around accusing Cynthia of poisoning me without any evidence. The next family gathering loomed on the horizon, and the mere thought of another bout of illness filled me with dread.

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I needed a plan, something to catch her red-handed. I started to think about ways to monitor what Cynthia was doing to my food discreetly. Maybe I could switch our plates when she wasn’t looking? Or bring my own food and pretend to eat hers? The gears in my mind turned as I considered each possibility.

The night before our next visit, I lay in bed, my mind racing. Zack was already asleep, his breathing deep and even beside me. I stared at the ceiling, my heart pounding with anxiety and determination.

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The day of Cynthia’s birthday dinner arrived, and I was determined to confirm my suspicions. I dressed up, plastering a smile on my face, and braced myself for the evening ahead. Zack, as usual, was excited to see his mom and spend time with his family.

We arrived at Cynthia’s house, and she greeted us with her typical warmth.

“Stella, darling, so good to see you!” she exclaimed, pulling me into a hug that felt like being squeezed by a boa constrictor. “And Zack, my handsome son! Happy to have you home.”

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I forced a smile. “Happy birthday, Cynthia. The house looks lovely.”

“Thank you, dear,” she said, her eyes glinting with something I couldn’t quite place. “Come, everyone’s waiting in the dining room.”

When dinner was served, I waited for the right moment. While Cynthia was busy fussing over Dylan and Faith, I subtly swapped my plate and drink with Zack’s. My heart pounded as I tried to act naturally, engaging in small talk and pretending to enjoy the meal. Zack seemed oblivious, enjoying the food and chatting with his mom.

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As the night wore on, I couldn’t help but watch Cynthia closely. She was in her element, charming everyone with her stories and laughter. But I knew better. When it was finally time to leave, I felt a wave of relief and anxiety. I knew the real test would come once we got home.

“Thanks for the lovely evening, Cynthia,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Oh, anytime, Stella. You know you’re always welcome here,” she replied, her smile as fake as ever.

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Back home, Zack started feeling unwell almost immediately. “I don’t know what’s wrong,” he groaned, clutching his stomach. “I think I’m coming down with something.”

I bit my lip, pretending to be concerned. “Oh no, Zack. Do you need anything? Should I get you some medicine?”

“Nah, I just need to lie down,” he said, heading to the bedroom.

The next morning, Zack was still sick. He was pale, exhausted, and frustrated. “I don’t get it. Why am I the only one who got sick? You ate the same food as me,” he said, looking at me suspiciously.

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“Well, actually,” I began, taking a deep breath, “I switched our plates last night. I wanted to see if it was just me or if something else was going on.”

Zack’s face turned red with anger. “You did what!? Are you saying you poisoned me?”

“No, Zack! I didn’t poison you! I just needed to know if your mom was messing with my food,” I said, my voice shaking.

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He stared at me with such hatred that it took my breath away. It was as if he had known all along what his mom was up to. “You’ve gone too far, Stella. This is insane.”

“I had to do it, Zack. She’s been making me sick for months, and you never believed me. Now you know the truth,” I said, trying to stay calm.

“I can’t believe you’d do something like this!” he snapped. “You’re not the woman I married!”

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“And your mom’s not the loving mother you think she is!” I retorted, tears streaming down my face. “I need to protect myself and our kids from her.”

“I can’t deal with this right now,” he said, turning away from me. “Just go.”

That was the final straw. I quickly packed a couple of bags, my hands trembling as I gathered our things. Dylan and Faith were still asleep, oblivious to the turmoil. I gently woke them while trying to stay composed.

“Mommy, where are we going?” Dylan asked, rubbing his eyes.

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“We’re going to stay with Grandma and Grandpa for a little while,” I said, forcing a smile. “It’ll be like a little vacation.”

Zack didn’t say a word as I loaded our things into the car. He just stood there, his expression a combination of anger and disbelief. I couldn’t bear to look at him as I buckled the kids into their seats.

I drove away feeling a strange sense of relief and sorrow. I had done what I needed to do, but it still hurt. The kids were quiet in the backseat, sensing the tension.

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At my parents’ house, they welcomed us with open arms. “Oh, Stella, what’s happened?” my mom asked, her face full of concern.

“It’s a long story, Mom,” I said, hugging her tightly. “But I’m done. I’ve had enough.”

Over the next few days, I started the process of hiring a divorce lawyer. It wasn’t easy, but I knew it was the right thing to do. Zack tried to call a few times, but I didn’t answer. I needed space to think and to heal.

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One evening, as I was tucking Dylan and Faith into bed, Dylan looked up at me with his big, innocent eyes. “Mommy, are we going to see Daddy soon?”

I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. “I don’t know, sweetheart. But no matter what happens, I promise you and Faith that I’ll always be here for you.”

At that moment, I felt a surge of strength. I had done the right thing by protecting myself and my kids. And as painful as it was, I knew I was moving towards a better future.

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So, what would you have done in my situation? Do you think I overreacted? Or was leaving Zack the right decision? I’m still processing everything, but deep down, I know I did what was best for me and my children.