Who's the white trash now?
After finding out my MiL-to-be lied about so many things this weekend and purposefully disregarded instruction on caring for Vincent, I told her quite blatantly that I didn't trust her, and that in order to visit Vince, myself or her son would have to be present. This is, verbatim, what she had to say.
Because apparently rolling over at 1mo , crawling before 7, 'reading' books aloud to me earlier than 6mo etc is behind on his milestones. The only milestones that lagged were the ones that were hanging on his size - because he's a big boy, and it's not quite so easy to lift all of that on his arms.
Stupid, stupid bitch. Without further ado:
"See, the mistake you made was you thought I cared. I purposely did not grow attached to Vincent because I knew you would pull this. I am closer to my friend's baby than I am to yours. So, awwww. You mean I won't get another chance for you and Anthony to dump the baby on me without any regards to anyone's needs but your own.
As far as that weekend. You want to talk about inconsiderate. You don't make plans ahead of time. I tell Anton my limits. The time I am to watch him varies from one day to the next, from one hour to the next. You don't answer the phone. You leave him with little food that Kelly had to buy some (which is considerable more that wah wah wah, $6.00 for a bottle) and you sister probably had to buy some too. I had to run around to pick him up, take him to your sister, yet Anton can run him down to Kelly's. And this, Anton was going to be home. YOUR words. Oh, and Anton gave me your sister's phone number.
You selfish little bitch. Grow up. I feel awful for Vince as one human to another. You ignore him and leave him on the floor so you can play on your computer. You aren't even aware he is behind in his milestones. You let him live in a pigsty. Oh, yeah, you love your baby. You can't handle one and you want to have another. You let the state pay for the tab on Vincent. Yeah, bitch, my taxes paid for Vince and his health care.
Guess what. I raised two kids. The one was doing fine until you and your white trash family came into the picture.
Got to admit. Part of me wished you died in that accident. Then maybe Anton and Vince would have a chance.
"Because I don't trust you, and without a miracle - I never will."
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I have to care about you for this to matter."
Real Mature, Bridget.
EDIT: And just so I'm not hiding what it is I sent in the first place<3
I don't even know where to begin with you, but it's about time you get a taste of your own medicine. I don't know where you feel you have the right to supersede not only my judgment, but the doctor's and nutritionalist's as well?
Let me start by saying you will NEVER, and I repeat NEVER be asked to watch Vincent again. Nor will he be permitted to be down there without either myself or Anthony there as well. Unless you find some miracle way to gain my trust (And believe me, I can see through all of your games quite easily - and I can tell if you're attempting to manipulate Anthony. It won't work.), then this is the way it's going to be. Why?
Because like you're always telling your son, /your actions have consequences/. And deliberately disobeying me on more than one account, destroying my property, and in general being an incredibly selfish and impatient person in which everything has to be about /you/ have caused me to lose trust in you - what little I had to begin with. I gave you the benefit of the doubt on more than one occasion because you're blood, and you just up and threw that out the window.
Not only were you not willing to do the same part that everyone else was the weekend I had to leave (so I could financially support my family, as if you really cared anyway), you sprung the "I can only watch him until 2" at the very last minute. And then you somehow (I have no idea how in the world you got it) found my sister's number and dumped him with her at HER WORK - so that you could go and play. Very responsible. And now I found out that you mutilated one of my bottle nipples (They're expensive as hell. You owe me six dollars, and did I mention that you can only buy that size at Babies R Us? You'll be lucky to find them on the internet, even.) and fed him cereal through a bottle, WHICH YOU HAVE BEEN TOLD NOT TO DO. MANY TIMES.
I could say so much more right now, I'm so fired up and pissed at you. But what I say now stands. The only thing that keeps you from your grandson are your own actions. If you are to visit with your grandson, Anthony and I are to be present at all times.
Because I don't trust you, and without a miracle - I never will.
Because apparently rolling over at 1mo , crawling before 7, 'reading' books aloud to me earlier than 6mo etc is behind on his milestones. The only milestones that lagged were the ones that were hanging on his size - because he's a big boy, and it's not quite so easy to lift all of that on his arms.
Stupid, stupid bitch. Without further ado:
"See, the mistake you made was you thought I cared. I purposely did not grow attached to Vincent because I knew you would pull this. I am closer to my friend's baby than I am to yours. So, awwww. You mean I won't get another chance for you and Anthony to dump the baby on me without any regards to anyone's needs but your own.
As far as that weekend. You want to talk about inconsiderate. You don't make plans ahead of time. I tell Anton my limits. The time I am to watch him varies from one day to the next, from one hour to the next. You don't answer the phone. You leave him with little food that Kelly had to buy some (which is considerable more that wah wah wah, $6.00 for a bottle) and you sister probably had to buy some too. I had to run around to pick him up, take him to your sister, yet Anton can run him down to Kelly's. And this, Anton was going to be home. YOUR words. Oh, and Anton gave me your sister's phone number.
You selfish little bitch. Grow up. I feel awful for Vince as one human to another. You ignore him and leave him on the floor so you can play on your computer. You aren't even aware he is behind in his milestones. You let him live in a pigsty. Oh, yeah, you love your baby. You can't handle one and you want to have another. You let the state pay for the tab on Vincent. Yeah, bitch, my taxes paid for Vince and his health care.
Guess what. I raised two kids. The one was doing fine until you and your white trash family came into the picture.
Got to admit. Part of me wished you died in that accident. Then maybe Anton and Vince would have a chance.
"Because I don't trust you, and without a miracle - I never will."
>
I have to care about you for this to matter."
Real Mature, Bridget.
EDIT: And just so I'm not hiding what it is I sent in the first place<3
I don't even know where to begin with you, but it's about time you get a taste of your own medicine. I don't know where you feel you have the right to supersede not only my judgment, but the doctor's and nutritionalist's as well?
Let me start by saying you will NEVER, and I repeat NEVER be asked to watch Vincent again. Nor will he be permitted to be down there without either myself or Anthony there as well. Unless you find some miracle way to gain my trust (And believe me, I can see through all of your games quite easily - and I can tell if you're attempting to manipulate Anthony. It won't work.), then this is the way it's going to be. Why?
Because like you're always telling your son, /your actions have consequences/. And deliberately disobeying me on more than one account, destroying my property, and in general being an incredibly selfish and impatient person in which everything has to be about /you/ have caused me to lose trust in you - what little I had to begin with. I gave you the benefit of the doubt on more than one occasion because you're blood, and you just up and threw that out the window.
Not only were you not willing to do the same part that everyone else was the weekend I had to leave (so I could financially support my family, as if you really cared anyway), you sprung the "I can only watch him until 2" at the very last minute. And then you somehow (I have no idea how in the world you got it) found my sister's number and dumped him with her at HER WORK - so that you could go and play. Very responsible. And now I found out that you mutilated one of my bottle nipples (They're expensive as hell. You owe me six dollars, and did I mention that you can only buy that size at Babies R Us? You'll be lucky to find them on the internet, even.) and fed him cereal through a bottle, WHICH YOU HAVE BEEN TOLD NOT TO DO. MANY TIMES.
I could say so much more right now, I'm so fired up and pissed at you. But what I say now stands. The only thing that keeps you from your grandson are your own actions. If you are to visit with your grandson, Anthony and I are to be present at all times.
Because I don't trust you, and without a miracle - I never will.