va32h
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Thank God my mother in law is leaving in 36 hours because I swear I am going to kill her.
My oldest daughter is her favorite. Blatantly and ridiculously her favorite. It's just ridiculous.
I could give you a hundred examples of her pettiness and what I consider cruelty toward my son and younger daughter. But this incident about sums it up:
We went to Peter Piper Pizza tonight. My husband left this morning for his deployment and I wanted to cheer the kids up. We played games, etc and won tickets. Our family tradition is that we pool all the tickets at the end of the night and all three kids get to pick something from the little prize booth. Oldest dd is 12, she doesn't really care about the prizes anymore anyway.
So we're getting ready to leave and I gather up all the tickets. I say "I thought we had more than this." Then I look at MIL, who has something in her fist. "The kids all share their tickets." I explain. MIL says "Oh, that's a good idea," in this innocent voice. I hold out my hand. "We share our tickets," I repeat. And finally, she hands them over.
She had been hiding oldest dd's tickets! Stupid tickets from a pizza place for heaven's sake but God forbid her favorite not get more or better than anyone else.
I freaking HATE this woman.
My oldest daughter is her favorite. Blatantly and ridiculously her favorite. It's just ridiculous.
I could give you a hundred examples of her pettiness and what I consider cruelty toward my son and younger daughter. But this incident about sums it up:
We went to Peter Piper Pizza tonight. My husband left this morning for his deployment and I wanted to cheer the kids up. We played games, etc and won tickets. Our family tradition is that we pool all the tickets at the end of the night and all three kids get to pick something from the little prize booth. Oldest dd is 12, she doesn't really care about the prizes anymore anyway.
So we're getting ready to leave and I gather up all the tickets. I say "I thought we had more than this." Then I look at MIL, who has something in her fist. "The kids all share their tickets." I explain. MIL says "Oh, that's a good idea," in this innocent voice. I hold out my hand. "We share our tickets," I repeat. And finally, she hands them over.
She had been hiding oldest dd's tickets! Stupid tickets from a pizza place for heaven's sake but God forbid her favorite not get more or better than anyone else.
I freaking HATE this woman.