My Mother-in-Law hates me. 

Actually, she's technically not my Mother-in-Law since my boyfriend and I aren't married, but whatever.  No need to get all technical about it.  Married or not, we live together and have a child.  Obviously neither of us plans on going anywhere anytime soon.

Since day one, Mommy has been a total you-know-what to me.  I used to ignore it.  Then I tried to kill her with kindness, sending fresh baked treats and photos of her grandchild her way.  Then I gave up - kind of. 

When I was pregnant, she threw my boyfriend a baby shower.  Not me - him.  She didn't tell me about it - in fact, she asked everybody to lie to me and say he was just watching football when I couldn't figure out where he was (we text and call each other often when we're not home, and he had stopped over there "just for a minute").  Even after I called over there, she had his ex-SIL lie and say he was just sitting there, watching the game.

Then there was the cruise she took my boyfriend on 4 weeks after the birth of our child.  They both suck for this.  She even had him park the vehicle that we shared at HER house so that I couldn't use it.  I was stuck at home with 2 young kids in a city with no public transportation in the middle of winter. 

But hey, let's not forget about the time she told him to purposely stop paying his share of rent so that I would "look like a bad mom and get evicted and lose custody".  Ummmm, sorry nutbag, that's not how it works. 

So now that you have some background on the crazy woman I have to deal with on a daily basis (she lives less than a mile away, ugh), you'll understand why I was so irritated this weekend.  My son - we'll call him James - and my boyfriend, who we'll call Kyle, were at the grocery store with me, my daughter (from a previous relationship), and Kyle's mom. 

We were in the produce aisle when one of Mommy's friends walked up.  I was standing next to Kyle, holding baby James, with my daughter to my left.  Mommy ran up to her friend and greeted her warmly.  "Hi!  This is my son, Kyle, and his baby". 

Notice that my daughter and I weren't mentioned, despite the fact that I was standing there, holding "Kyle's baby".  This might not sound like a big deal, but after all the crap I've put up with, it is.  Her friend just kind of awkwardly stared at my daughter and I, like, who are these people?!  I thought about introducing myself, but decided against it. 

So yeah.  Just a typical pleasant weekend with my loving MIL.  I can't wait to see what fun Thanksgiving brings.  Yay.