Hubby called his parents to see when they were picking up his son (M) tomorrow. They had a brief conversation, and it wasn't until after he had hung up when Hubby realized Father hadn't even bothered to ask if we were headed down this weekend. On the surface, this is not a big deal. Become involved and you will see it as yet another shrug off towards us. They don't see it has Hubby having every other week visitation, they see it as theirs. They really make us feel unwelcome when we do go down.
I want for us to either be transferred back to the city, or gain custody. Either way, they will see the kid when we decide. Maybe they need to go a few weeks without seeing him to get it. I have never come across a more cold house. More than just the highest set temp of 17. Theres no love in that house. There is no respect, and they undermine hubbys parenting almost everytime. I got over ruled last time I asked M to do something. I got told, "it's my house and you'll do what I say, and I'm asking you to give me a hug". With a smug look thrown at me. I wanted to smash her.
I want for them to be grandparents, not parents. They are refusing to switch roles.
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