My mother-in-law rebukes me when I suggest my husband help with family expenses

We have been married for three years. My husband works as an IT teacher at a primary school. Before we married, I knew he earned a modest income and that his elderly parents, who are in their 80s, would soon need care, which could present challenges. My parents also warned me to think this over, foreseeing potential difficulties. Nevertheless, I believed love would suffice and expected that marriage would motivate him to strive for a better livelihood.

Yet, reality has proved less than ideal. I simply wish for my husband to work and assist with our child’s care. I’m not even demanding anything luxurious, but according to his parents, he makes just enough to scrape by. I accept this and try to save for our daughter, but I believe my husband should also contribute for her well-being. My modest salary of VND5-6 million (US$197-$236) covers food, gas, and childcare expenses, but now I face criticism for not assuming full responsibility and neglecting the care of my in-laws.

Why doesn’t my husband contribute more to help his parents? Why must I shoulder all the responsibility? Why do he and his mother persist in accusing me of neglecting the family when he hasn’t even assumed responsibility for our child? He once stated: "My parents are irreplaceable, but I can always find another wife." That’s his view of filial duty because even at 34, he still depends on her.

I’ve considered divorce multiple times but chose against it, thinking of my child. Nonetheless, my husband and his mother have repeatedly thrown me out, telling me "Leave, you are not needed in this house."

My husband even took our daughter away from me, and he and his mother barricaded themselves in a room with her while she cried out for me. I try to disregard their behavior because when I once retreated to my parents’ home in response, it brought my father to tears and sparked neighborhood gossip. Not wanting to distress my parents further, I find myself feeling trapped, yet all I manage to do is cry. I weep, then gather strength to try again for the sake of my child.

What would you do in my shoes?