I don’t like being around you. It annoys me just breathing the same air as you. You’re the queen of passive aggressiveness. Stop telling me what I should or shouldn’t do with my child. Your ‘I don’t want to impose..’ statements makes me want to slap you till your neck twists off your head. I know my side of the family is dysfunctional, you don’t need to keep rubbing it on my face. Don’t even start teaching my daughter French, or making me and my husband to have her baptized in a Catholic church. She’ll decide on her own what she wants when she comes of age.