Lisa Rivera said:Listen, we were both just students with zero income when we had our child, and we refuse to let anyone else meddle in what belongs solely to us: our life, our choices, our marriage, and our child. It doesn't belong to them... and that applies to Tia, too.
If the parents want to provide financial support, fine—let them help. But if they don't, they'll have to figure it out themselves. Trying to buy someone's life and strip them of their rights is simply atrocious, and I would never allow it...🤷
What comes next? Is the child just going to be snatched away by the grandparents because they don't like how she's being raised?
That's just not how it works...👎
If we had actually submitted to our parents like you suggest is "normal," our little one wouldn't even be here today.
And if we had given in a second time, my partner would have ended up being a "weekend dad"—busy at some university in Chicago all week, if he even made it home at all...he might have managed two days with us on the weekend, maybe.
If we had submitted a third time, we probably would have been married by now! (Which isn't necessarily a bad thing, mind you, but I am intentionally avoiding it just so people stop hovering over me like I'm some sort of obligation)...
Do you see where all this is heading...?
Exactly, BlackLotus.
I was literally about to write that even though you live with your parents, you still have the right to choose for yourself.
And I doubt anyone is actually going to kick Tia and her boyfriend out onto the street if they show some teeth and fight for themselves.
Trust me, I know manipulators like her parents all too well...
I've got a mother-in-law, hello?☕
And you know what the best part is... 😂
My in-laws still think I'm this poor, innocent victim of their wicked son. They act like he's the one who decided the baby's name is Adam and that I'm not allowed to disagree. Now they want to "save" me... they might even claim he hits me.
Honestly, I've shown them my teeth probably 666 times by now, but they won't quit. They won't stop nagging me about every little thing, God help me.
It's like they think they're the center of the universe.
That's how they act. Like they have the right to make every single decision.
The other day I tell my husband: "Hey, I read online that Target has those baby onesies on sale, drive me there so I can check them out."
And oh boy... my mother-in-law jumped in immediately: "Oh, great... let's go!"
I just looked at her... 😂 "...no... you guys need to rest. I'll go."
Buying stupid onesies and baby gear felt exactly like buying my husband a suit for the wedding. Even if it was his money... whatever... it was on her card and she wouldn't hand it over to him directly.
What a nightmare. The three of us went to buy his suit... and she kept trying to push this tacky, cheap-looking suit on him that even he didn't like. I told her: "Look... just let him pick the suit. It's his wedding."
But you know her... please... "I don't care if it's his wedding. I'm his mother."
Ugh... ridiculous.
So I lost it and said:
"Yeah. You're his mother. But that suit is hideous. A 60-year-old wouldn't wear that, let alone a 24-year-old guy."
But whatever... in the end, we bought the suit I wanted anyway... 😂Honestly, which one looked best on my husband? Black was the winner—sleek, classy, modern.
The last thing I want is to go shopping for baby gear with her. Even if she offers to foot the bill, there's zero chance. I refuse to let a few bucks turn me into someone's puppet.
I'd much rather deal with a bank loan and their interest rates than take a single cent from her just to endure the constant manipulation.
I seriously can't stand people like that. They act like they’re "doing you a favor" when really, they're just looking for leverage to mess with your head.
Look, either help me out or don't. Don't give me that "well, if I'm buying the crib, it's going to be exactly what *I* want" routine.
It didn't occur to me to invite her along when we were picking out linoleum for the kitchen, so why on earth would I ask her to join us for the crib, stroller, and dresser?
And speaking of things that get under my skin...
My phone is ringing right now.
It's my father-in-law. Not answering. 😍