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Every Time My MIL Watches My Kids Behind Closed Doors, They End up in Tears — She Wouldn't Confess, So I Set up a Hidden Camera

Caitlin Farley
Sep 30, 2024
10:40 A.M.

Every time my MIL babysits alone, my kids end up in tears. She brushes it off with a smile, but my instincts say something's wrong. Desperate for answers, I set up a hidden camera, but what I uncover isn’t at all what I expected and now, I don’t know what to do next.

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I used to think I lucked out in the mother-in-law department. Gloria is kind, laughs a lot, and has a gentle smile that could melt an iceberg. She's always happy to babysit, and she dotes on our babies like they're made of gold.

But lately, something's been wrong.

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A worried woman | Source: Midjourney

It started small. I'd come home from running errands, and the kids would be all teary-eyed. Not just fussy, mind you, but full-on waterworks.

"Woah, what happened here?" I asked the first time it happened.

"Oh, they're just a bit fussy today," Gloria said, patting my arm. "You know how kids are."

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And yeah, I do know how kids are. But this was different.

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A pensive woman | Source: Midjourney

It kept happening, over and over, but only when Gloria was alone with them.

Both my kids are very young. Danny is one and Amy is two. Gloria is often at our place and she keeps them happy while I do chores. When I was home, everything was peachy. I'd hear them giggling and babbling at her, the whole nine yards.

But the second I stepped out? Cue the tears.

I tried to brush it off, I really did. But there was this nagging feeling in my gut, like a splinter I couldn't quite reach.

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A woman comforting her baby | Source: Midjourney

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The kids started clinging to me more, especially after Gloria's solo babysitting gigs. And that sense of dread? It just kept building.

One night, I brought it up to Mark. We were curled up on the couch, some mindless TV show playing in the background.

"Babe," I said, trying to keep my voice casual, "have you noticed anything... weird with your mom and the kids lately?"

Mark looked at me like I'd grown a second head.

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A confused man | Source: Midjourney

"Weird? Mom? Are we talking about the same person?" He chuckled. "My mom is the most normal person I know."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I know, I know. It's just... the kids always seem upset after she watches them alone. Don't you think that's strange?"

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He laughed, pulling me closer. "It's probably nothing, babe. You're overthinking it."

But I couldn't shake the feeling. Call it mother's intuition or plain old paranoia, but something wasn't adding up.

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A concerned woman | Source: Midjourney

And let me tell you, feeling suspicious of someone you love? It's like trying to swallow a rock.

After weeks of this back-and-forth in my head, I did something I'm not proud of: I set up a hidden camera in the kids' playroom.

Yeah, I know. Trust issues much? But I kept telling myself it was for the kids. If something was wrong, I needed to know, and this was the ideal way to find out.

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A small camera | Source: Pexels

The next time Gloria came over to babysit, I made some excuse about running errands. As I backed out of the driveway, my stomach was in knots.

What if I saw something I couldn't unsee? What if Gloria was... I couldn't even finish the thought. There was no way she could be intentionally hurting the kids, right?

I killed time at a coffee shop, my leg bouncing so much that the guy at the next table gave me the stink eye.

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A coffee shop | Source: Pexels

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When I finally got home, Gloria was all smiles, and the kids were bawling their eyes out. It was what passed for normal these days, but I knew I'd soon get to the bottom of this mystery.

After all, the camera knew the truth.

Mark was working late that night so, once I'd settled the babies, I sat down at my laptop. I pulled up the footage from the hidden camera.

My finger hovered over the play button for what felt like an eternity. Finally, I took a deep breath and clicked.

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A woman using her laptop | Source: Pexels

At first, everything looked normal. Gloria was reading to the kids, her voice soft and soothing. Danny was on the floor, playing with a toy frog, and Amy was busy with the plastic blocks.

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Then Gloria put down the book and stared at the kids for a long time. She rose from her chair and pulled out her phone. I leaned closer, squinting at the screen. What was she doing?

She glanced over her shoulder several times as she scrolled through her phone. By this time, the hair at the back of my neck was standing up, but I could never have imagined what happened next.

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A woman glancing over her shoulder | Source: Midjourney

Gloria put in a pair of earbuds, tapped her phone, and... started dancing. Not just any dancing. We're talking full-on, honest-to-god hip-hop.

I nearly fell out of my chair. There was Gloria, all 5'2" of her, popping and locking as though her life depended on it. She did a body roll that would make Beyoncé proud, followed by some fancy footwork that had me questioning reality.

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A woman dancing | Source: Midjourney

For a solid minute, I just sat there, my mouth hanging open. Then I started laughing. Not just a chuckle, but deep, belly-aching laughter that had tears streaming down my face.

It was hard not to laugh when she was clearly having such a great time. But as I kept watching, my laughter faded.

The kids were getting upset, reaching out for Gloria.

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Two young children crying | Source: Midjourney

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But Gloria didn't even realize the kids needed her. She was lost in her own world, earbuds blocking out their cries. It wasn't malicious, but it was neglect all the same.

I closed the laptop, feeling a mix of relief and confusion. No wonder the kids were always crying when Gloria babysat alone.

But how on earth was I supposed to bring this up?

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A worried woman | Source: Midjourney

The next day, I invited Gloria over for coffee. As we sat at the kitchen table, steam rising from our mugs, I took a deep breath.

"Gloria," I started, my voice shakier than I'd like, "I've noticed the kids have been a little upset when you watch them alone. Can we talk about why that might be?"

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Gloria's face did that thing it always does when she's trying to brush something off. "Oh, dear," she said, patting my hand, "they just get a little cranky sometimes. You know how it is."

I steeled myself for what came next.

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A woman in her kitchen | Source: Midjourney

"It's more than that, Gloria. I... I set up a camera in the playroom," I admitted, watching her face carefully. "I saw you dancing."

The change in Gloria was instant. Her usual composed demeanor crumbled, replaced by wide-eyed shock. "You... you saw that?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I nodded, trying to keep my tone gentle. "I had no idea you loved dancing like that. Honestly, I'm impressed. But I think the kids are a little confused and feeling neglected when you're so caught up in it."

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A woman having a conversation | Source: Midjourney

Gloria's eyes filled with tears, and suddenly, she wasn't my poised mother-in-law anymore. She was just a woman, vulnerable and exposed.

"I never meant to ignore them," she said, her voice breaking. "It's just... dancing is the only time I feel truly free."

And then, like a dam breaking, Gloria's story came pouring out. She'd loved dancing her whole life, but her husband, Mark's dad, never understood. He was old-fashioned and thought dancing was frivolous. Babysitting had become her only chance to express herself.

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A woman making a heartfelt confession | Source: Midjourney

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As I listened, I felt my heart breaking for her. Here was this woman who'd given so much of herself to her family, and she had to hide this huge part of who she was.

"You don't always have to babysit the kids to dance, Gloria," I said, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "What if we set up some time where you can just come over and do your thing without worrying about anything else? You need time for yourself, too."

Gloria looked at me like I'd just offered her the moon. "You... you'd do that for me?"

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A grinning woman | Source: Midjourney

I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Of course. Family takes care of each other, right?"

The hug Gloria gave me then was fiercer than any I'd ever received from her. As we held each other, both of us teary-eyed, I realized something important.

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Sometimes, the things we fear the most turn out to be blessings in disguise. And sometimes, a hidden camera and a secret dance routine can bring a family closer than ever.

From that day on, our family dynamics shifted.

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A woman dancing | Source: Midjourney

Gloria still babysat, but we also had "dance days" where she'd come over just to bust a move. Mark was confused at first, but seeing his mom so happy won him over. And me? Well, I might have picked up a few moves myself.

Here's another story: A casual scroll through Google Maps led to a shocking discovery about my wife I wasn't ready for. I saw her crawling out from under our porch. But what she had been hiding there hit me harder and left me in tears. Click here to keep reading.

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided "as is," and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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