Since then all hell has broken loose…
My mom is a nightmare in terms of communication. She never respects people’s boundaries, but she knows how to push the envelope. For example, she never liked my wife, not for any good reason, but simply because I got married and she couldn’t see me drifting away from her.
My wife gave birth to a baby girl 3 weeks ago. My mom insisted on being in the delivery room, but my wife wanted us to be separate. So, while Nastia was in labor, my mother was screaming to the entire floor in the hospital lobby about how she deserved to witness the birth of her grandchild.
Whenever my mother came to our house, she was always picking on everything and judging my wife for being a terrible housewife. She also claimed that Samantha would make a bad mother.
After these remarks, my wife lost her temper and gave me an ultimatum: my mother will never set foot in our house again. And I understand her. After all, no one enjoys being humiliated in their own home. In the end, when we came home with our little girl, my grandparents wanted to meet her.
My wife said let my mother-in-law come once, but on the condition that she keep her mouth shut. My mother promised she wouldn’t break the request, but as soon as she stepped over the porch, comments came pouring in from her:
– Your yard is filthy as a dogcatcher. You like to live like that, live like that. But your slob could have cleaned it up at least once, out of respect for me.
My wife lost her temper and told her that she was deprived of all visitation privileges and would only see the baby now if we wanted to. It was almost two weeks later, my in-laws met the baby, including my father. And my mother still does not come, and my wife does not want to see her. We don’t leave the house with the baby anywhere, because the little one is only a few days old.
My wife had a doctor’s appointment the day before yesterday, and I stayed home with my daughter. I saw this as a chance to invite my mom over to see the baby while my wife wouldn’t let me see her. The newly minted grandmother came, and I told her we had no more than two hours before my wife returned. But she wouldn’t leave! No matter how much I tried to convince her.
Samantha naturally came home and found my mother there hugging the baby. As a result she had a complete mental breakdown – she started yelling at me and her, telling her to get out of the house
In my heart I ordered my wife to “shut up” and calm down, because this is my house and the baby too, and if I want my mom to see him, she can’t forbid me, much less kick her out.
Samantha ended up forcing both my mother and me out of the house after all. She won’t talk to either of us. I live at my parents’ house now. I hope my wife will calm down soon.
