Mother-in-Law HELL

Dearest MIL,
I tried so hard to include you in everything that DH and I were going through..our wedding, the youngest being born, dinners, etc. You refused everything. You lied and told FIL that you weren’t told about the wedding. You ignored me the entire time I was pregnant, but as soon as you “figured” I’d be pregnant long enough, you all of a sudden became “interested” in the baby. You forgot I had another child all together, not once did you ever ask about him, give him a toy, ask how he or I were ever doing. You told me I was a bad mother, told everyone I was being rude and not allowing you to see the baby. I told you NO DRINKING when you came over to my house and the VERY FIRST TIME you ever came over which was to see the baby you were drunk!!! You told everyone I was a bitch because I wouldn’t allow my children in a bar to be flaunted around like a prized possession. You’ve accused me of having abortions to spite you so you cant be a grandmother!! YOU ARE ONE, BUT YOU DON’T ACT IT LADY!! We moved 10 hours away because of YOU. I still attempted to send you emails and even pictures to have you turn around and threaten me with lawyers because I won’t do as you want. You tell me I am stupid because I would WELCOME anyone my children brought home!! The only way I got you to shut up was to tell you I hoped my kids were both GAY! You choose to lie to everyone about me, choose to drink from the minute you get up til the minute you go to sleep at night. You lie to YOUR DH about your son to make them fight so you get attention. You’ve told my DH not to come to your funeral all because he told you that you’re being a bitch and that you needed to respect me! You have told me that the youngest is YOUR pride and joy and that the oldest is NOTHING. Well, listen up honey…he’s getting adopted by YOUR SON, MY HUSBAND. Choke on that one! I left the ball in your court so many times that I can’t count anymore! You don’t even call to ask about the kids, you don’t call here period, not even to say Merry Christmas, Happy Birthday, Happy Fathers Day to your own son! But yet, you have a temper tantrum if YOU aren’t called? You put me down and call me a bitch because I refuse to allow my children around you? Take a real good look in the mirror lady, and you actually wonder why? You’ve gone so far as to threaten to put your hands on our oldest all because he was trying to talk to Grandpa!! Oh, haha, lets not forget that you ALWAYS FORGET the oldest birthday, but ALWAYS remember the youngest one with a card and a gift! Please tell me why I would want myself or either of my children to have anything to do with you?

Patiently waiting, but not expecting a reply,
Your DIL