My dp and his siblings, whilst obviously being upset, I think will experience a tremendous sense of relief and freedom when their mother dies, because when I think about what she's done to me over the years,the only thing that tempers it, is that I'm not the only one.
- Told my headmistress I was a drug addled prostitute who had got pregnant in order to "steal" her son (I'd have "stolen" a lawyer or a doctor rather than a factory worker, surely????)
- To the anaesthetist administering my epidural "My son was engaged to such a lovely girl before this whore got her hands on him"
- to the same anaesthetist, she explains that dp was put into care when he was 14. All untrue.
-Dd - first female born in their family in 53 years...."what a shame it isn't a boy, what are girls for?"
-"You want to abort this baby, or you wouldn't be having showers when pg" 
- When dd was 3 weeks old she (and the henchmen sisters of dp) came to the house to try and make me have her baptised Catholic asap. I had (and have) no objection to this, and she was baptised Catholic the following year, I just didn't want to do it at 3 weeks old because they wanted to..This was apparently because my Mum "looked like a German"
-If your parents want to see this child, they will come to Italy, this child is Italian and will stay here (that was the scariest actually, and also the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back, I got up, walked out, and have never been back since. And never will)
-dd, to my knowledge has received one "present" in 7 and a half years....when she was 2, a pair of shoes that were too small....(bought in sale) I sent them back with dp, respectfully asking if they could be changed...she sent them back saying I knew nothing at all about children, they "had" to wear tight shoes.
-dd's first birthday, worst day of my life. I had spent a week fielding phone calls from dp's sisters who are her henchmen as to the "rights" of their mother to come to our house. (dp had already arranged to take dd to their house, with a cake the day after) They told him not to bother.
When her time comes, I'll dance on her grave. That doesn't make me a very nice person, possibly, but sometimes you react to how you've been treated.
Oops, was this supposed to be a fun thread? 