So the ex's mom called last night.... I wasn't arsed to answer it. I called her back today and it was the biggest waste of my time....
Basically she called to complain that his side of the family wasn't invited to my baby shower... Right. I'm not going to have my parents pay for your ass to be at my baby shower, especially when you like to take over events and do them your way.
Then she asked me if it would be awkward if they threw me a baby shower... Hmm, yes! Let's see... Your son left me when I was around 8 weeks pregnant for a whore who has no job, no college education, no car, and a criminal background... And decided to move her up here and support her. I can only imagine the "pity" that everyone will give me and the snarky comments from me on how moral-less he is. So of course I told her that I'm not able to get the time off, which is true, and if everyone is so willing to support me (and where was everyone during the hardest parts of the pregnancy?) then maybe I'll consider a get together after the baby is born.
But it pretty much led to me biting my tongue about everything except telling her that I want to be left alone with my son... That the only people welcome at the hospital are my parents, as they have been caring for me and welcomed me back home, my sisters (I was there at the hospital when my sis had her kid), and the ex. She's like "and us.... Right?". Sorry, but I don't want to entertain people as blood is gushing out of my crotch, I'm exhausted from pushing a baby out, and I'm exhausted from the lack of sleep... Plus, I want to be able to bond and breastfeeding my child as I please, not having to push people out of the room because I'm whipping out my titties!
This led to hysterical crying... "but I won't even see you, I just want to see my grandchild on the first day he's born... I'll look through the glass in the nursery". Um, no. Baby is staying in the room with me no matter what. I do not want people up there, how hard is that to understand? You will be welcomed to visit us when we are home and when I answer my phone to say yes, you can stop by.
Your hysterical crying over the phone proves to me that you can't control your shit and if you can't control your shit over the phone, how can I predict how you'll act in the hospital? She's a very controlling person, so I can imagine her trying to change my kids diaper, feed him, etc. No way.