You know, the tricky bit is that I got married for a second time, and I already had a daughter from my first marriage. My ex-husband never really bothered to be part of her lifedidn’t help out at all, not even with child maintenance. I couldnt really resent him for not being much of a man, so I decided to just rely on myself. I was doing alrightdecent job, good payso it wasn’t like we were struggling.
So, I ended up marrying again, but my mother-in-law just wouldnt have me or my daughter. My new husband acted like my little girl didnt exist, barely paid her any mind. On top of that, he kept putting off having kids together, saying he wasnt ready for that sort of responsibility just yetkept insisting it was too early.
I didnt push the issue much, honestly, as I was caught up in this massive project at work, barely had time to breathe. Then came this big work meeting with some really important partnerssomething I absolutely couldnt miss. I had no idea who could watch my daughter, but thought maybe I could ask my husband to help out.
That morning, I got up ridiculously early to rehearse my opening speech, planned to drop my daughter at nursery and pick her up later. But wouldnt you know it, she came down with a fever. So I asked my husband if he could look after her, and he just said, “Shes your daughter, you figure it out.” Not exactly the teamwork I was hoping for.
Didnt have a clue what to do next, so I called up my mother-in-law to see if she might be home. Took my daughter round there, and she flat out refusedsaid she didnt see why she should look after her, as she wasnt her granddaughter. I ended up tearing up, thanked her anyway, and told her Id just bring my girl to work with me. That seemed to soften her a smidge, and she finally agreed to mind her for a little while.
Work went fine, thank goodness. Afterwards, I went to collect my daughter, and my mother-in-law started having a moan about hersaid she was a nightmare, never listened, all sorts. I just told her not to worry, I wouldnt trouble her again.
After that, I went home, packed up our things, and took my daughter straight to my mums house. Honestly, I cant go on living with someone who wont even accept my own child.
