My husband and I got married 6 years ago because I was pregnant. Stupidly, I married a guy I truly had only known for 2 1/2 months! He had told me he hadn’t been in contact with his family for 10 years. He said his dad was a real jerk to him all his life and he just broke off all contact. Six months into our marriage I find out that my husband got a 15 year old pregnant when he was 26 and then married her. She left him shortly after the baby was born, left the baby behind, too. My husband wound up giving the baby to his father and step-mother to adopt. That was the real reason why he was not in contact with his family.
I managed to get hubby to contact his father and patch things up. FIL, a real arrogant, self-absorbed, ego-maniac, turns out to be divorced from Husband’s step-mother and now has a new wife. The son he allowed his father to adopt has ADHD and oppositional defiance disorder and possibly Asperger’s. There is none – and most likely will never be – any contact between Husband and his son.
For the first time in the four years we had been in contact with my FIL, we were invited to his house by his wife. My FIL was away on business and we went to keep her company one day, a month earlier she had a stroke (second one in 3 years) and was recovering. Two weeks before the visit, I had given birth to my third child. I noticed that all the pictues we had given them of the kids were nowhere to be found. I asked her about it and she said that because Husband’s son doesn’t know that we are in the picture that she took the pictures to her work and my FIL has a couple stuffed in a desk drawer at his job, as he couldn’t display them because Husband’s son would visit the office every now and then. So, essentially, Husband, me, the kids, we were their dirty little secret.
On the wall going up the stairs [of the in-laws] are pictures of family members and their spouses and grandchildren and whoever else. Guess who didn’t make it upon the wall or any place else for that matter? You got it…me! They say they are so grateful that I bridged the gap between my husband and his dad. So grateful that they always forget my birthday as well. So grateful that there’s only 2 pictures of my kids, as opposed to several of other relatives and step-realtives’ kids. So grateful that they had to show me my husband’s wedding pictures from when he married the 15 year old. Yes, I feel special. NOT.