BG is here:
http://community.babycenter.com/post/a46698013/the_50000_cookie_monster_possible_triggers_updates_p._10_28_39_40_45_57_65_73_81_89
http://community.babycenter.com/post/a48682462/the_50000_cookie_monster_continued_update_p._2_5_tr_13_31_35_44_48_60_78_82_87_89?cpg=91
TLDR: My brother is an addict, and I CO after he pretended that he tried to give my 3 month old daughter $50,000 by taping a check to a Cookie Monster doll (which he claimed was made out of Real Muppet Fur) we left at my parents' house after Christmas.
My parents, being typical enablers, flipped their shit at the CO, so I put them on a 3 or 4 month TO. TO ended this summer and I saw them once in August, where they behaved themselves.
My mother is obsessed with horses. She has always owned a horse (grew up on a large plot of land in rural (though now suburban) Midwest), wears only clothes emblazoned with horses, and is generally obsessed to the point it's annoying. I rode when I was a kid, but I just wasn't that into it and stopped as a teenager.
She has made numerous comments about how she can't wait to teach LO how to ride. I have always shut this down, because (1) we live in LA, and there's no fucking way we can afford a horse out here; (2) riding horses can be super dangerous, and no one will be putting my kid on a horse unless it's me or DH; and (3) it's annoying and I'm at a BEC point with my mother.
So a couple of weeks ago she posted some crap on my Facebook about she's not trying to force horses on LO but just wanted me to understand why she loved horses. I jokingly responded and told her the rules are clear: you get that kid into horses, you pay for the horse and boarding in Malibu. I'll post the screen cap in the comments later.
LO's first birthday is next week. My mom had asked her size, and I told her×18 months, and really she couldn't go wrong with anything from baby gap. She said she had something particular in mind.
So what shows up at my house yesterday? A fucking jumper emblazoned with a horse, and a card with ponies all over it. Oh, and a giant empty picture frame that says "Family / our family is a work of heart," which I neither like nor have room for.
So am I just being BEC? On the one hand I can't tell her what to buy LO, and it's nice she got her a gift at all. On the other, I feel like she's being passive aggressive and intentionally trying to get LO into horses, even though she knows I'm against it and have repeatedly told her that she will never be putting LO on a horse without my permission. Plus, I fucking told her what would be helpful to get, and she ignored me because she's a selfish twat.
I don't want to start WWIII, but I'm tempted to say something. What would you do?
ETA: Since the background is there, may as well add my mother and I have a triggery history. She slept with my boyfriend when I was 16. Told me a few months later to end the guilt, begged forgiveness, and like a good daughter I eventually forgave, though not without a lot of emotional scars. After I had a kid 15+ years later, the whole fiasco bubbled to the surface for me, because who does that to their kid? So I'm at a BEC point with her.
http://community.babycenter.com/post/a46698013/the_50000_cookie_monster_possible_triggers_updates_p._10_28_39_40_45_57_65_73_81_89
http://community.babycenter.com/post/a48682462/the_50000_cookie_monster_continued_update_p._2_5_tr_13_31_35_44_48_60_78_82_87_89?cpg=91
TLDR: My brother is an addict, and I CO after he pretended that he tried to give my 3 month old daughter $50,000 by taping a check to a Cookie Monster doll (which he claimed was made out of Real Muppet Fur) we left at my parents' house after Christmas.
My parents, being typical enablers, flipped their shit at the CO, so I put them on a 3 or 4 month TO. TO ended this summer and I saw them once in August, where they behaved themselves.
My mother is obsessed with horses. She has always owned a horse (grew up on a large plot of land in rural (though now suburban) Midwest), wears only clothes emblazoned with horses, and is generally obsessed to the point it's annoying. I rode when I was a kid, but I just wasn't that into it and stopped as a teenager.
She has made numerous comments about how she can't wait to teach LO how to ride. I have always shut this down, because (1) we live in LA, and there's no fucking way we can afford a horse out here; (2) riding horses can be super dangerous, and no one will be putting my kid on a horse unless it's me or DH; and (3) it's annoying and I'm at a BEC point with my mother.
So a couple of weeks ago she posted some crap on my Facebook about she's not trying to force horses on LO but just wanted me to understand why she loved horses. I jokingly responded and told her the rules are clear: you get that kid into horses, you pay for the horse and boarding in Malibu. I'll post the screen cap in the comments later.
LO's first birthday is next week. My mom had asked her size, and I told her×18 months, and really she couldn't go wrong with anything from baby gap. She said she had something particular in mind.
So what shows up at my house yesterday? A fucking jumper emblazoned with a horse, and a card with ponies all over it. Oh, and a giant empty picture frame that says "Family / our family is a work of heart," which I neither like nor have room for.
So am I just being BEC? On the one hand I can't tell her what to buy LO, and it's nice she got her a gift at all. On the other, I feel like she's being passive aggressive and intentionally trying to get LO into horses, even though she knows I'm against it and have repeatedly told her that she will never be putting LO on a horse without my permission. Plus, I fucking told her what would be helpful to get, and she ignored me because she's a selfish twat.
I don't want to start WWIII, but I'm tempted to say something. What would you do?
ETA: Since the background is there, may as well add my mother and I have a triggery history. She slept with my boyfriend when I was 16. Told me a few months later to end the guilt, begged forgiveness, and like a good daughter I eventually forgave, though not without a lot of emotional scars. After I had a kid 15+ years later, the whole fiasco bubbled to the surface for me, because who does that to their kid? So I'm at a BEC point with her.
