TW: cancer, alcoholism, miscarriage, death (not related to each other).
I'm new here, someone on Girl Dinner Diaries suggested this subreddit, so I'm also posting here.
Let's start with the most important thing, my husband has agreed that she's to have zero contact with our one month old baby (at least until he's much older).
The thing is, I've had a lot of grievances with my MIL for the past couple of years. In my opinion, she is the most selfish person I know. She doesn't care about her son at all, she keeps telling him she's going to do things for him and never does- for instance, four years ago she told him she'd get him slippers for his birthday and to this day, not only has she not, but she hasn't gotten him anything for any of his birthday. She's one of those people that keep promising things and never delivering, to the point where it is hurtful to her son. She's also done so many things to him in the past, not actively hurting him, but neglecting him even when he was a baby.
A couple of years ago, on Christmas, both my husband and I were sick with extreme high fever, and he called her to ask her to go get us some medicine, and she said she couldn't because she had her friend over. He asked her because she's not some helpless old lady, she's an actively working actress, who sings and dances for a living, and regularly goes out with her friends drinking until the morning to the point where we've had to bail her out twice for DUI. My husband had to drive with the drowsiness of the fever to go to the pharmacy himself, all while being in pain and cold.
Last October, we found out I was pregnant. We announced it to my parents and my husband's parents. Sadly, it was a blighted ovum, an empty gestational sac. I had to take meds to miscarry and it was a horrible experience, both emotionally and physically. The pain was absolutely relentless and unbearable for 5 hours or so, I will spare you the details. My mother called my husband to check on me, heard me screaming and decided to come by, at which point we informed her that I wanted NO ONE around me besides my husband.
When his mother learnt of this, she kept telling me that she had to have been here for it, to watch, and kept insisting that I should have allowed her to be here, but that we also shouldn't have announced it so early. Lady, to whom? The people who are supposed to be the closest to us? Well, then she told my husband that there's no reason for us to be sad because there was no baby to lose. We should all be glad that she didn't tell me that because I would have punched this 70 year old lady so fast.
Then came January of this year, when my husband's best friend of 25 years died of cancer. It is still a sore subject, especially considering that we found out that I was pregnant about a week after his death, and in the previous pregnancy we had agreed that we both wanted that friend to be our kid's godfather. My MIL, to this day, has not once asked her own son if he's fine, if he needs anything, how tf he feels losing a second best friend to cancer in 5 years. Then, after his funeral, she gets so piss poor drunk that the dead friend's PARENTS had to call us to make sure she's okay. She then went to their home every week or so and took advantage of the fact they are too nice to throw her out. She got drunk every single time.
During my pregnancy, I had to be on modified bed rest. That means my husband had to be the breadwinner, he had to tidy the house, clean, cook, take care of the dogs, the fish, the snakes.. everything had to be done by him. Not once in the five months she knew I was pregnant (because there was no way I was telling her earlier this time, which she had words about, too) did she ask him if we needed anything. Not a load of laundry done, not a plate of food, nothing. Mind you, she lives right next to us.
Then I got hypertension and gestational diabetes. Shed never asked me how I was or kept up with any of the ultrasounds (in fact she never even asked to see one, which I find peculiar, especially compared to my mother and my husband's grandfather who asked about every ultrasound and test), however decided to tell her just to keep her in the loop. I was still naive, it seems to me now, because this lady told me right in my face that my son was going to die in the womb. I was too dumbfounded to reply, but that was the straw that broke the camel's back.
My husband didn't hear it, but I told him between cries when we got home. They had a fight, and she never apologised to me. She did, however, text me to say that she doesn't know what she did wrong. That is when I decided that I'm going no contact with her.
When I gave birth, she went to visit a friend of hers in the hospital who had a respiratory infection. She then wanted to come see the baby. When my husband told her that she should have done those things in the opposite order, she said "well I thought about it but I didn't".
There are so many other things, but this post is already too long. Like the fact that she called my mother to tell her that we should give the baby water. The baby was 5 days old.
The most important thing is that she's a manipulative alcoholic. My bio father was one, and I don't want my kid around that. Ever.
Yesterday, we came back from the pediatrician and we bumped into her. She hadn't seen the baby that was still in his car seat, so she casually asked if he left him upstairs. On his own. The four week old. She actually meant it.
Anyway.
I felt like I had to protect my child, I didn't want her to even look at him. It was a very animalistic instinct.
I absolutely hate this. I think it is unfair to my husband, especially since my mother was here for two weeks to help after my C-section. On one hand I feel like a terrible person, and on the other hand I think that this tiny human needs to be protected from my MIL.
TLDR: I went no contact with my MIL, don't want her to meet my baby and think it's unfair to my husband.