In 2016 I moved  in with my husband to his house in another city. I am  an introvert, so never really talked with my neighbours, and they never tried to have a conversation with me either. One of this neighbours is a middle age woman, single with no children. Her name is Claudia. When I had my baby, 8 months ago, an elder woman that I never saw in my life came to my house to give me congratulations, saying that Claudia told her my baby was born. I found  that really weird, because I never spoke to Claudia before, much less about my pregnancy. That bothered me, but I let  it go. But not today.
   I am  depressive  and I have panic  crisis since my baby was born. But I love him more than I've ever loved anything in this world. He is the only reason I find  strenght to continue existing. He is my everything. I would die for him. Even  so, I am sick. My husband works until 10pm, and I stay all the day with my baby; I have no family besides husband and my son, and I don't have money to pay for a doctor and antidepressives. 
  Today my baby was crying a lot. His teeth are growing and he just cries cause of it. But everytime he cries and I don't know how to help him, I feel like an uselles piece  of trash, so  I drop him in his craddle, go to another room and I scream, cry and wait for my crisis to pass  to go to him again.
   My husband arrived tonight and told me that Claudia was next to our house, gossiping with another woman, and warned  my husband that I was abusing and beating our baby because I was screaming and the baby was crying all day. He assured her that I would never do such thing, but when he told me what she had said, I had a breakdown. The rage was too much. I picked my baby, went to her house and called her until she opened her window. I dared her to come down to check on my baby, if he had any scratches. She tried to argue, said  that my baby cried  more than normal, and she justs  closes her window  while I am still talking, then I raise my voice( it was 11pm) and ask her if she had any kids(not), if she knew that babies cried just because that is what babies do, and if she was such a good person, why didn't she went to my house to see  if everything was OK, to help me, or to call the cops  if I was indeed abusing my baby. I screamed that she is a gossiper and she had her own life to take care of, and to live me alone that I would take care of mine. My husband said  I shouldn't had done that, but I was afraid; if I did not showed I had nerve, she would invent stories and I would be known as a child  beating. But now I don't know if I was right or if I am  an asshole and she was just trying to be a good person.