When my mother-in-law demanded a key to our home, claiming, “That’s what good daughters-in-law do,” I realized she had no concept of boundaries. So, I came up with a plan that would teach her what privacy actually means, without destroying our relationship in the process.
There’s something uniquely challenging about loving someone whose mother thinks her son’s marriage certificate includes her name, too.
My husband Josh is wonderful. His mother, Diane? Let’s just say she missed the memo that umbilical cords are cut at birth.
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Diane is the kind of woman who’ll greet you with a big, genuine smile and do everything to make you feel comfortable. When you first meet her, you’re instantly charmed. She remembers your coffee order after hearing it once. She sends thoughtful birthday cards with handwritten notes.
She’s the kind of woman you’d want to be friends with because she’s what you call a “girl’s girl.” She’s the kind of woman who’s always there for her loved ones. She’s kind. Nice. Caring.
But when it comes to her son? She’s a whole new person.
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“Josh always loved my chicken pot pie recipe,” she’d announce while rearranging the dishes in our kitchen cabinet. “You should really learn to make it properly.”
She is one of those women who thinks being a “boy mom” gives her permanent access to her son’s entire existence. And by extension, mine too.
I met Josh at the marketing firm where we both worked. He was the quiet creative director who surprised me with his dry humor during late-night campaign preparations.
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After our third coffee break that somehow stretched into dinner, I knew he was special. Six months later, we were engaged, and I was happier than I’d ever been.
“You proposed already?” Diane had said when Josh called to share the news. I was sitting right beside him and heard her voice clear as day through the phone. “Don’t you think that’s a bit rushed? Remember what happened with Sarah from college?”
Josh just laughed it off.
“Mom, this is different,” he said. “Kiara is different.”
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I should have known then what I was in for, but love has a way of making red flags look like regular flags caught in a romantic breeze.
The real trouble started when I got pregnant, barely a year into our marriage. What should have been the happiest time became an exercise in boundary-setting.
“You’re carrying too low. It’s definitely a boy,” Diane would declare, placing her hands on my belly without asking. “Josh was carried exactly the same way.”
When I opted for a gender reveal party and discovered we were having a girl, Diane’s smile froze.
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“Well,” she said, sipping her champagne, “Men in our family usually have boys first. Must be your family’s influence.”
Then came the unsolicited advice about everything from what I should eat (“No spicy food, it’ll give the baby colic!”) to how I should sleep (“Never on your right side, it restricts blood flow!”).
None of it backed by medical science, all of it delivered with the confidence of someone who believed raising one child 40 years ago made her an expert.
When Josh and I moved into our first home, she visited the following week without asking.
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I opened the door in a robe, mascara under my eyes, and our colicky three-month-old daughter on my hip. The house was a mess with dishes piled in the sink and baby clothes scattered across the living room. I hadn’t showered in two days.
“Oh, I figured you’d be home,” she said, brushing past me into our entryway. “I brought my own cleaner. This place needs some real help.”
That should’ve been my warning.
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Since then, Diane’s boundary-crossing became a regular feature in our lives. Like the time she rearranged our living room furniture while we were at work.
“The feng shui was all wrong,” she explained when I came home to find my reading nook completely dismantled. “This arrangement brings better energy for the baby.”
Josh just shrugged when I complained later.
“That’s just Mom being Mom,” he said, as if that explained everything.
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Then there was the time she tossed out all the “unhealthy” snacks from our pantry. My secret stash of chocolate-covered pretzels, the spicy chips I’d been craving since pregnancy, and even Josh’s protein bars. All gone.
“You’ll thank me later,” she insisted. “Processed food is basically poison.”
But the final straw? Walking in on me breastfeeding in our bedroom.
“Oh, don’t mind me,” she said, barely pausing as she placed fresh towels in our en-suite bathroom. “I’ve seen it all before.”
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I clutched the nursing cover tighter, feeling violated in what should have been my most private moment.
“Diane,” I said, “I’d appreciate a knock next time.”
She looked puzzled, as if the concept was entirely foreign to her. “We’re all family here,” she replied breezily.
It was too much.
A month ago, at our regular Sunday brunch, she dropped it casually between bites of lemon scone.
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“I’ll need a key to your house,” she announced, dabbing her lips with a napkin. “That’s what good daughters-in-law do, you know.”
I nearly choked on my coffee. The audacity of the request (read: the demand) left me speechless for a moment.
“Excuse me?” I finally managed.
“For emergencies,” she explained, as if I were slow to understand a perfectly reasonable request. “For when I drop things off. For being part of the family.” She reached across the table to pat my hand. “It’s not like I’d misuse it.”
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Josh looked at me. I looked at him. He wisely shoved another bite of scone into his mouth and stayed out of it.
But Diane? She wouldn’t let it go.
“Every woman in my bridge group has access to her grandkids and her son’s house,” she continued, stirring another sugar cube into her already-sweet tea. “Phyllis even has her own bedroom at her son’s place. Is there something you’re hiding from me?”
The question hung in the air between us.
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What was I hiding?
Only my sanity. My autonomy. My right to live in my own home without wondering if my mother-in-law might appear at any moment to critique my housekeeping, parenting, or the way I loaded the dishwasher.
On the drive home, Josh finally spoke.
“Maybe we should just give her a key,” he suggested tentatively. “It might make life easier.”
I stared out the window, watching suburban houses blur past, each one a sanctuary I suddenly envied.
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“Easier for whom?” I asked quietly.
He had no answer.
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After weeks of texts asking, “Have you made a copy yet?” and phone calls reminding me how “normal families share keys,” Diane finally wore us down.
Or rather, she wore Josh down, and by extension, me.
“It’s just easier to give her what she wants,” Josh sighed one night after his mother’s third call that day. “You know how she gets.”
I did know. And that’s when we came up with an idea.
The following weekend, at our usual Sunday brunch, I handed Diane a small gift box with a ribbon on top.
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Inside, nestled on a bed of tissue paper, lay a shiny brass key.
“Oh!” Her eyes lit up as she lifted it out. She looked smug. Triumphant. Like she’d won something.
“This is what good DILs do,” she said, pocketing it like a trophy. “You won’t regret this, Kiara.”
But I knew better.
Fast forward to the following weekend.
Josh and I were out on a rare brunch date, enjoying our eggs benedict and mimosas, when my phone buzzed with a Ring camera alert.
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There she was. At our front door. Key in hand. Trying to unlock it.
Jiggle. Twist. Try again. Nothing.
She bent down, inspecting the doorknob. Looked confused. Then annoyed. She tried again, more forcefully this time, as if the lock might yield to her determination.
I answered through the camera, sipping my coffee.
“Everything okay, Diane?”
She squinted into the lens, startled.
“The key’s not working,” she huffed. “Did you give me the wrong one?”
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I smiled, meeting Josh’s supportive gaze across the table before answering.
“Nope. It’s the key to Josh’s old bedroom at your house. You know, the one you used to walk into without knocking? That was your space. But this house? This life? It’s ours. No unannounced visits anymore.”
She didn’t respond. Just stared for a moment, mouth slightly open, and then walked back to her car with rigid shoulders.
Later that evening, Josh texted her.
“We’re happy to have you visit, Mom. But from now on, visits are by invitation, not surprise entry.”
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She didn’t reply for a few days.
The silence was new territory in our relationship with Diane. She had always been quick with responses.
I didn’t text her. I didn’t call her. I wanted to give her time to understand what she’d done and what we wanted from her.
And that worked.
When she finally called Josh the following Wednesday, her tone was different. He put the call on speaker so I could hear.
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“I’ve been thinking,” she said, her voice lacking its usual authority. “I may have overstepped.”
Coming from Diane, this was practically a full confession and apology.
“I just worry about you,” she continued. “And the baby. I want to be involved.”
“You can be involved, Mom,” Josh said gently. “Just on our terms.”
When she came over for dinner that Friday, after texting to ask if the time worked for us, she brought a homemade chocolate cake and a small gift.
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“It’s a doorbell,” she said with a small smile. “For when I visit.”
And when she needed to use the bathroom? She knocked on my bedroom door before entering.
Isn’t that amazing? I was shocked but also happy to see she’d finally learned her lesson.
That night, after she left, Josh put his arm around me on the couch.
“That was kind of brilliant,” he admitted. “The key switch.”
I leaned into him, relieved. “I guess you’re never too old to start learning about boundaries.”
The Star Who Won a Special Oscar at 7 Is Now 88 – Her Evolution Will Amaze You
This celebrated Golden Age actress stumbled into Hollywood stardom as a child, beginning an illustrious acting career purely by chance. In her later years, she reflected on her extraordinary path and humbly shared, “I enjoyed it.”
The former child star, who received a special Oscar at the age of seven—only to have it stolen years later—has just celebrated her 88th birthday. Explore her transformation through photos—from her glory days to recent moments.
The California native’s journey to fame is as intriguing as the legacy she built in Hollywood, starting with an unexpected opportunity.
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Unlike many child stars, she wasn’t guided by a stage mother intent on finding fame. The actress’s mom, a renowned Spanish dancer widowed shortly after her daughter’s birth, was focused on her own career.
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During a photoshoot with the acclaimed Paul Hesse, she brought her two-year-old daughter and their dog, as no babysitter was available. Hesse, taken by the dog’s charm, photographed him for the cover of the Saturday Evening Post. However, he also noticed the little girl’s appeal.
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“He said, ‘The baby’s not bad either, she’s kind of cute,’ and we made the cover,” the star later recounted. That first cover led to several more, eventually catching the attention of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios (MGM) scouts.
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A small role in a studio production soon followed, with her film debut appearing as a one-minute shot in “Babes on Broadway” at four years old.
Roy Rowland and the child actress on the set of “Lost Angel,” 1943 | Source: Getty Images
But the celebrity’s big moment came the following year when she was cast in “Journey for Margaret” (1942), a performance that propelled her into instant stardom.
The actress on the set of “Journey for Margaret,” 1942 | Source: Getty Images
Her talent earned widespread admiration from colleagues and audiences alike, who lovingly referred to her as “America’s favorite sweetheart.” With performances that left an indelible mark on Hollywood, she cemented her status as one of the era’s most cherished stars.
(L-R) Laraine Day, the child actress, William Severn, and Robert Young on the set of “Journey for Margaret,” 1942 | Source: Getty Images
One of the “Jane Eyre” alum’s most iconic roles was playing Judy Garland’s lively younger sister, Tootie, in the classic musical “Meet Me in St. Louis” (1944).
The actress and Judy Garland on the set of “Meet Me in St. Louis,” 1944 | Source: Getty Images
As her career blossomed, she remained shielded from many of the pitfalls that plagued other child celebrities of her time, thanks to her mother’s unwavering support.
Tom Drake, Judy Garland, and the child star pictured in a promotional portrait for “Meet Me In St. Louis,” 1944 | Source: Getty Images
The celebrity once shared in an interview, “I was very fortunate to have a mother that spoke up to [studio head] Louis B. Mayer,” a notable difference from Garland’s experience, whose mother was unable to protect her from the pressures imposed by the studio.
The actress and Judy Garland on the set of “Meet Me in St. Louis,” 1944 | Source: Getty Images
While Judy Garland faced relentless criticism about her weight and was forced to take amphetamines and barbiturates, the actress revealed her experience was far different.
Judy Garland and the actress on the set of “Meet Me in St. Louis,” 1944 | Source: Getty Images
“When I came to the studio, that was all taken away,” she explained, recalling that teachers were present on the MGM lot and diet pills were no longer part of the equation. Amid this supportive environment, the Hollywood star delivered a performance in “Meet Me in St. Louis” that charmed audiences.
The actress, Judy Garland and fellow cast members on the set of “Meet Me in St. Louis,” 1944 | Source: Getty Images
Actress Margaret O’Brien’s work on the film earned her a special Juvenile Academy Award in 1945 at seven years old as an Outstanding Child Actress of 1944. The honor also solidified her status as the highest-paid entertainer in the country at the time.
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The actress photographed on January 1, 1945 | Source: Getty Images
The public figure’s Oscar was kept in a dedicated awards room at her home. In 1954, during a time when the then-17-year-old’s mother was gravely ill, the family’s maid took the statuette, along with two other awards, home to polish—something she had done before.
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The actress posing for a portrait on January 1, 1955 | Source: Getty Images
The actress on the set of the musical “Little Women,” 1958 | Source: Getty Images
However, after the maid was dismissed and moved away without leaving a forwarding address, the award was not returned.
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In the years that followed, O’Brien continued to search for her missing Oscar. While browsing antique shops and flea markets, she often reminded herself, “If I don’t lose hope, it’ll come around.”
The actress attends The Thalians Presidents Club’s Crown Russe Ball on February 13, 1977, in Beverly Hills, California. | Source: Getty Images
The celebrity at the Fifth Annual American Cinema Awards on January 30, 1988, in Beverly Hills, California. | Source: Getty Images
The actress attends the taping of “America’s All-Star Tibute to Elizabeth Taylor” on February 23, 1989, in Palm Desert, California. | Source: Getty Images
Fortunately, it eventually did. After nearly four decades, her search came to an end in 1995 when she was finally reunited with the special Oscar.
Margaret O’Brien attends a press conference to announce return of her long lost Oscar on February 7, 1995, in Beverly Hills, California. | Source: Getty Images
This came after baseball memorabilia collectors Steve Neimand and Mark Nash found the prestigious trophy at a Pasadena swap meet and ensured its return. “I never thought it would be returned,” O’Brien said at the time.
Margaret O’Brien and Arthu Hiller at a press conference on February 7, 1995, in Beverly Hills, California. | Source: Getty Images
Looking back on her journey in another interview, she reflected on the challenges of transitioning from a beloved child star to an adult actress, “It’s harder to get people to accept the fact you’re older, but it’s good because it helped me as an actress.”
Margaret O’Brien at an event honoring actress Rose Marie with a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame on October 3, 2001, in Hollywood, California. | Source: Getty Images
The award-winning star credited television with allowing her to move beyond her childhood roles and take on more mature parts. “It has given me a chance to get out of the awkward age—something the movies couldn’t do for me,” she explained.
Margaret O’Brien during “The Ten Commandments” opening night on September 27, 2001, in Los Angeles, California. | Source: Getty Images
“Regrets? No, I have no regrets at all about spending my childhood as an actress,” O’Brien expressed. Her mother ensured she stayed grounded by making sure she played with the neighborhood children and received the same allowance as any other kid her age.
Margaret O’Brien at the Professional Dancers Society’s 27th Annual Gypsy Award Luncheon on March 30, 2014, in Beverly Hills, California. | Source: Getty Images
The celebrity’s grounded upbringing and positive outlook have shaped her approach to life and her career. “I really enjoyed it, and it gave me a wonderful life,” she said of her acting journey in another interview, which has included steady work in television and on stage.
Margaret O’Brien attends the TCM Classic Film Festival’s opening night gala and world premiere of “Oklahoma!” on April 10, 2014 in Hollywood, California. | Source: Getty Images
Decades later, the veteran star’s talent continues to impress audiences, with fans frequently praising her timeless performances.
Margaret O’Brien attends the screening of “Meet Me in St. Louis” on April 11, 2014, in Hollywood, California. | Source: Getty Images
One social media user remarked, “Great actress. Wonderful person. You brought happiness to so many people, thank you, Margaret O’Brien.” Another added, “What a girl, the most talented child star of them all.” A third shared, “Always loved her!!”
O’Brien’s personal life has been as eventful as her career. She was first married to Harold Robert Allen Jr. from 1959 to 1969. Years later, in 1974, she remarried Roy Thorsen, with whom she welcomed her daughter, Mara Thorsen, in 1977.
Margaret O’Brien attends as Michael Bush receives a star on the Palm Springs’ Walk of Stars on November 9, 2021, in Palm Springs, California. | Source: Getty Images
O’Brien’s journey from a beloved young actress to a respected performer on stage and television highlights her exceptional skill and dedication. Years after her rise to fame, she remains a cherished figure in Hollywood, admired by both fans and peers.
Margaret O’Brien attends the Judy Garland 100th Birthday Gala & Fragrance Reveal on June 10, 2022, in Los Angeles, California. | Source: Getty Images
With a legacy of unforgettable performances and a life filled with memorable achievements, she continues to be celebrated as one of the most legendary stars of her era.
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