We went to bed that night angry, which I know you’re not supposed to do but we did. We had come to an impasse in our discussion and we were both too stubborn to yield to the other or admit defeat. It was about his business trip next month also being a family vacation which seems nice to you but in reality it means me entertaining family because he’s working, and let’s be honest, he doesn’t really notice or care about the snide remarks I get from his mom. She likes to needle me about still not having children, being a gold digger (even though I also work and always have), my weight, and my race and those are just the big ones. She thinks it’s because of me that her son likes to go by John instead of Juan, a decision he made for his career in college separate and very much before me. Her muscular, approachable son could’ve picked a worldly and cultured Latina, but he chose me; shy, white, blonde hair, blue eyes, chubby to me but curvy to him. She hates me and always has. You’d think a grandchild from me would be the last thing in the world she’d want but ever since she found out about my IUD she won’t drop the subject. I point out to her eventually, I like to let her really make an ass of herself for a while first, that since she’s so disappointed in her son’s choice in partners, whats stopping her from hating and being disappointed by our children? She usually shuts up after that, but never for very long before she moves on to one of the other topics. Read more »