My second day home from the hospital after having a c-section, my in-laws dropped in. As in didn’t call before they came over and didn’t knock before they came in. Just walked right in. Because I was still in a lot of pain and still learning to breastfeed, I was wearing a nightgown that had the top part unbuttoned. My boobs were out for everyone to see. The only problem is that the only people that I don’t mind looking are my husband and my mom. I mind my in-laws taking a peek.
When they walked in I immediately grabbed my son and brought him back into the nursery. My husband wasn’t far behind. I told him that I need one day without me and the baby being on display. I asked him to somehow get his parents to leave. I got dressed and came out a few moments later. I wanted them to at least see their grandbaby since they were there anyway.
I walked into the kitchen and saw my MIL crying to my husband talking about how she wishes they could stay at our house too since my mom was also there. Was she crazy? We only have three bedrooms. We had no room for them. She made my husband feel horrible. There was nothing he could do about it. MIL saw it unfair that my mom was staying with us. What she didn’t understand is that my mom was there to take care of her baby, not mine. I couldn’t ask my MIL to help me take a shower, go to the bathroom or get dressed like I could ask of my mom. MIL just didn’t get it.
My husband asked them to leave for the day and asked that they call before they come over next time. FIL was very insulted by this and called my husband later to yell at him. My husband mentioned that they need to call before coming over so I can get dressed. FIL said, “Well, it’s not my fault she was in her nightgown at three in the afternoon.” Hello moron! I just had major abdominal surgery. Forgive me for not wanting to put on anything with a waistband.
FIL was angry and started to say some really hurtful things to my husband. FIL said something about how he has a better marriage than my husband does. How he could even know that, I don’t know. I do know that my husband isn’t the kind of man that looks at porn obsessively and routinely talks behind my back calling me fat, lazy and stupid like FIL does to his wife. If that’s what he calls a good marriage then I don’t need it.