STOP!
It’s not fair for you to put your son in the middle of your hatred towards me. You never liked me from the moment we met. You tell him he needs to move out before he ruins his whole life. You lie to him and try to turn him against me, saying things like it’s her or your real family.
Truth is, I am his family. As much as you deny it, our love is real and unwavering.
You don’t see the tears my husband cries knowing he missed his brother football game for fear of how you might act around me. You don’t know how bad he feels when skipping a cookout because he doesn’t want the lecture about his life choices to go with it.
You’ve never even taken the time to meet the man he has become. The selfless, loving guy who is ready for a family of his own. But fears you won’t love your grandchild because of the way you feel about me.
So next time you try to make him pick remember there are no teams. That between me and my husband we are one and therefore so is our family. That happiness and resentment are choices you don’t have to make.
I plan on this being my only marriage so you’re going to be seeing quite a bit of me. Might as well learn to love. If nothing else for your son’s sake.