When I married my husband, he was 41 and I was 23. This was almost 6 years ago, and we are still very much in love, despite his hateful mother. She seemed very nice to me, at first. Her husband and I get along famously, this could be the reason for the sudden about-face. A little history: her younger son (my BIL) has a daughter who has THREE illegitimate children, and no husband in sight. At one point, the authorities took her children away, and no one could take them, so my husband and I decided to open our home to them. They lived with us for 7 months, during that time I made sure that they were loved, cared for, fed, taken to the pediatrician, etc. Also, I had TWO sets of professional pictures taken of them, and sent copies to MIL and other relatives. They eventually went back to their mother. Asharah's comment: I'm puzzled how this story relates to the rest of the post.
Fast forward a few years. We FINALLY become pregnant (after years of infertility) through in-vitro fertilization. She hates that her "bloodline" is contaminated with the likes of my son. (I'm Asian) I've sent her numerous photos of him, several portraits IN FRAMES, yet when we visit them, all the frames have their other grandkids pictures in them. And there is not ONE picture of my son anywhere. Asharah's comment: Time to quit sending pictures. They have yet to ever give him a gift of any kind. Not for his birth, nor any of his birthdays, or Christmas. Nothing. Normally I wouldn't make a big deal of this, but they constantly buy gifts for all the other grandkids, even the ones they have never even met. The last straw was when we were there for a family reunion. By 2 pm, there had been NO food provided for anyone. I am a touch hypoglycemic, and began to tremor. I asked if I could make a sandwich and was told NO. Then, she went into the kitchen and made sandwiches for 14 people. Except that there were 16 of us. My poor son and myself were left out. After everyone had eaten (including my husband, but he didn't know what had transpired) I said, "Could I possibly make something for myself and my son?" And she said, "Oh, I didn't know if you people would eat sandwiches. I don't keep any rice in the house." Asharah's comment: At that point I would have forgiven you if you decked her.
Thankfully, I had packed a cooler full of food for us since we had driven hundreds of miles to get there. So my son and I ate and were fine. However, they will no longer have the privilege of seeing the wonderful little boy who will surely grow up to have better manners then they showed. Thanks so much for the site!