So fiance’s parents finally accepted that I was not pregnant, and as soon as his mom realized this…well she wasn’t okay with her baby boy getting married anymore. So she worked on him and he’s no longer my fiance…or boyfriend…or anything really.
Funnily while insisting that I was not with child, I got with child. I skimmed over the antibiotics label and completely missed the ‘messes with birth control’ thing. My bad…I’m about 8 weeks now.
Anyways, after I found out I texted my ex and told him and that I wanted us to talk about things and please don’t say anything yet because I want to figure out what I want before including parents. So of course, being a momma’s boy he goes and tells her and now she wants us together and getting married again. I said, no, that I’m not dating anyone who is so co-dependent on their mother ever again.
So now everything is a big mess and they try to include me and actually pay attention to my dietary needs now that it could hurt her baaaby. (She says it really long “MY BAAABY”.) They tried to call dibs on me for Thanksgiving and Christmas for the next twenty years and his mom keeps coming over to my new apartment unannounced and wants to be in the delivery room, and, oh, by the way, don’t I know breastfeeding is tacky! Besides if I bottle feed, she can give me all of motherhood off.
Now I’m an introvert and don’t talk much in social settings but when she came to the family meeting I called (didn’t want my parents finding out from someone else) and she was going on and on about HER child, I flipped out. I might’ve crossed the line a bit, but seriously!? This is the woman who tells stories of my ex getting drunk at age 8 because she didn’t put her glass out of reach or her younger kid playing in the litter box like they are funny!
In short…my life is a bad TV sitcom now. 0914-14
Please tell me you didn’t tell this woman where you are having the baby or announced the beginning of labor on social media and she just showed up at the birthing center.