I hate my mil.

That’s it. I hate her, I don’t even wish bad things on her I just want her out of our lives for good, and to be happy on her own. I make every excuse in the book not to see her.

Yes I try to keep my son away from her, yes I have very valid reasons. I never thought I’d be “that” girl but I guess I am, the worst part is I always used to dream of a great relationship with the mother of my husband. I couldn’t wait for planning the baby shower, going shopping, just talking.

This isn’t what I expected, I never thought I’d get involved with such a toxic woman. I love the rest of his family.