BG: http://community.babycenter.com/post/a53078554/mils_list_of_requirements._small_ud_pg_11_dh_turned_duh_pg_13_ud_pg_33?cpg=38
Short version: MIL had a list of requirements fo a gift to us from GMIL. H saw nothing wrong with this, turned to DuH. A lot of other issues surfaced.
I want to apologize for not updating. I work evening/night shift and spend my days with DD. Plus my prenatal appointments. It's been so busy.
On to the noms.
DuH didn't really see the problem with MIL. He told me I could be a little too sensitive and since my hormones are a little high, he understood how his mother's blunt demeanor could come across as offensive, but that was just how she was. Every time he brought up his mother, or something she said, I just bean dipped.
I've BHed MIL. She is off all social media and I do not text or call her. If she texts or calls me, I BH.
Recently, we went to the ILs. H thought MIL was suppose to be at work, and she wasn't. She stayed home because she heard I was coming with H. She wanted to "talk".
H was like, "I am so sorry, I had no idea she would do this." I almost stayed in the car, but I thought, you know, I'm sure she's going to say something off-handed and maybe H will see a little bit of what I see.
Oh boy, it wasn't just a little.
As soon as I walked in the door: "DIL, please don't bring anything for Thanksgiving. Unless you want to cook stovetop stuffing. I'm sure you can't screw that up."
The look FIL and H gave her was priceless.
H: "Mom, she can cook. Stop."
MIL: "Well, we can't fit a crockpot on the counter. So don't bother."
Fucking ouch. That almost made me cry.
FIL: [MIL], stop.
MIL stopped for a few minutes. FIL and DD go outside. And then...
H: "Mom, I need the addresses for my FOO in [country] for Christmas cards."
MIL: "No. I'm not doing Christmas cards this year. We are not doing birth announcements either. I will send out a Christmas card, with the baby's picture, next Christmas."
H's face. Priceless.
And then...
MIL: "have you thought of any names?"
H tells her.
MIL: "Um no. What about a family name for a middle name?"
H: "There is. It's on W's side."
MIL: (laughs) "Son, don't be silly."
H: "We're leaving."
I was willing to stay longer, so H could see even more (because honestly, that's just a small amount), but he was done after 15 minutes.
As we're walking out the door...
MIL: "Don't be sensitive. It's not like I deleted you off Facebook." (looks at me).
H: "Get over yourself, Mom."
Luckily, DD was with FIL outside when that went down. We got DD, got in the car and left.
H didn't say anything for the first 20 minutes, and I'm in the passanger seat. I'm getting scared because I'm thinking, "He's just going to rugsweep and make excuses...I can't do this."
So, I start crying and telling him I want a divorce. I love him, but I can't do this anymore.
And he's like, "I am so sorry I didn't believe you." and "I don't want a divorce." and "I don't know what the fuck her problem is."
H isn't ready to CO. But he agrees LC. and he agrees me and DD will not go around her and the info-train is stopping.
Last night, we were talking about Thanksgiving and I told H I wanted to stay home and cook. He agreed and said that we need a break from MIL and she needs to figure her shit out.
His unicorn is slowly dying.
H is telling her tonight about Thanksgiving. I hope it's enough of a reaction for a CO.
I just can't help but think, she did it to herself. I didn't do a thing except walk into her house. Wow.