Anyone who wants to chat via facebook...my name on there is Cheryl Ann Stray. I've just relaxed my privacy so strangers (you bunch of weirdos) can send friend requests if you want.
It could prove amusing. The MIL has just chimed in in a post someone she doesn't know tagged me in. It's a video of a BBQ shed. She's piped up saying we need to do a nursery for Peanut first.
I know that's what she decided she was going to call the bump, but she just decided that. Didn't ask us if we had a name for it. Just suited herself as usual.
So, I responded to say, "Peanut?". Frankly, because she never considered us when she named our fucking get us so I wanted to know what she'd say.
She said, "Just what I'm calling our baby until you give him/her a name".
OUR FUCKING BABY? Um, no. Pretty sure you weren't under the sheets shoving an egg in me when we made the baby so shut the fuck up. Seriously. Dan is yours, this baby is mine and his.
This may seem like nothing and make me sound really unkind, but this is her through and through. God fucking help her of she says anything like that in person because I'll give her a detailed fucking reminder of the birds and the bees and that this child has TWO parents...no more.
Someone slap the anger out of me please. Fucks sake. Did she ever call and check on me when I had miscarriages? No. Has she called me once since we told them at Christmas to see how me and "our" baby are doing? No.
I can't fucking stand the woman. It's a bloody good job I feel so strongly that children deserve to know and have close relationships with all family because fuck me, she's going to make this really hard.
xx
I'll hand it to you, I don't drink it haha. But I'll have bread and butter with leftover gravy everytime and I drown my dinner in it xx
