The day after my C section, my own parents forced me out of the house so they could give my room to my sister and her newborn baby. I could barely stand upright, and I begged my mother to let me stay just long enough to recover without tearing my stitches open.
She grabbed my hair without warning and dragged me toward the edge of the bed while I cried out in pain and confusion.
My father stood nearby with a look of irritation instead of concern, and my sister smiled as she claimed she would finally have the room to herself.
Everything changed when my husband arrived and saw me standing outside with our newborn in my arms.
That moment marked the beginning of consequences none of them had ever imagined facing.
My name is Rachel Turner, and I am thirty one years old. I was thrown out of my parents’ apartment less than twenty four hours after major surgery.
I was not staying in my own home at the time, but in my parents’ place in Houston while repairs were being done at the apartment I shared with my husband, Eric Collins.
A severe plumbing issue had torn apart our bedroom, so we agreed that I would recover at my parents’ home for a few days.