When my mother-in-law, Linda, begged for access to our baby monitor to feel close to her granddaughter, I reluctantly agreed. At first, her sweet texts seemed harmless. But soon, her comments became personal — like mentioning songs I sang or how late I was awake. That’s when I realized she wasn’t just watching the baby… she was watching me.

The truth came out when my sister showed me Linda’s Facebook page: she’d been posting screenshots of me and the baby, mocking my appearance and parenting.

When I told my husband, he dismissed it as “jokes.” So, I revoked Linda’s access. She noticed immediately, and my husband got upset — until my sister stepped in.

Sarah hosted a family Zoom call and shared Linda’s posts for everyone to see. The room went silent. Linda quickly left the call, and my husband finally understood.

Later, I set a firm boundary: “If you ever give her tech access without asking me, you can sleep in the crib.”

Love should be about connection and support — not turning private, vulnerable moments into public entertainment.