October 13 insulted by my husband’s mother in My life

She said motherfucker to me as we were at a beautiful restaurant with an amazing friend. The view was beautiful and the sunset was magical. Food was a delight. I had fried calamari, fish stew and tiramisu. I had a pineapple juice. My husband heard her insulting me and he was not happy. His father heard it too but did not say a thing. My husband said no this is a big no. Our friend but my little one did hear that at least. She did not apologize. My husband apologized yesterday saying sorry and she was not feeling well. I just answered no comment this is all I can say.
They will leave on Thursday until Saturday even Sunday would be great. I want some peace in my house. This is good for my son too.
My husband told them something last night. But I am still cold with them. I speak the minimum even with my husband. He takes a couple of days with them great. But he should do that with us too in a couple of weeks.
In two weekends I will go somewhere with my little one. I really need some time off a mini vacation after all this mess.
I make efforts for my little one. If not I do not think they would have stayed at my home any longer. I feel tired after all the missiles of bad negative energy. I could not even concentrate these days. I was like a robot. I was just functioning for my little one. Luckily it is Monday school day. The teachers and the school is great. We are lucky and blessed. When my mom gave me the money for the down payment I had to visit a couple of houses with my little one as my husband was angry and he told me he was busy at work. He did not seem to care nor was concerned. Very superficial. Then we found our house. I visited 3 houses and one townhouse on a Wednesday with my little one. Then on Sunday my husband saw them all. He wanted a bigger house and bigger front and back yards. We finally decided to buy the smaller one. He complains about Mowing the lawn and work it is to do at a house. But first he wanted the biggest: more work.
Of course his parents came twice and never said something nice about the house, our family, etc. All is always negative. This is all they know. Never ever positive nor happy. It is their life and choice. This not good for my little one.
When my mom came my husband was a monster. He had tantrums. He did not help me with the cleaning of the house. I took care of my mom. I shopped for food with her, took care of my little one. My husband bought a salad just for himself and never shared. He went out with friends on a Friday evening. He was just mean. At Christmas only my little one got presents and he threw a tantrum that it was not fair he did not get any present.... my little one got scared and told me that was like a meteorite crashing into our house. Poor kid.
Last labour day weekend we went to a nice place. He organized everything and got mad we were hungry all the time etc. My little one told me scared he did not want to go anywhere anymore. Poor kid.
My husband just said my little one ate enough even too much. He is growing up. All is good no problem. He told me the list of what he ate. It is shocking as it is his little one. Since my little one was a baby, my husband told the baby was eating too fast. The diapers did not have to be pampers just another terrible brand. He did not want to move because he could not afford something bigger nicer. I could do laundry once a week on Saturdays at noon not before as my husband was sleeping in. Fun. I also shopped for food to make sure we had good food and organic.
I was tired. I was taking care of my little one and everything else.
When my little one was born and when my baby was one month his parents cane and stayed at a hotel then my mom cane and stayed with us. She stayed 6 weeks to help me with the baby. My husband took the baby inside and his mother told me bad things she was mean and I was still in postpartum. She has no heart not my husband. It was so traumatic that my milk was so low then stopped. At least my little one is healthy and all is fine. With my breast milk and formula. That was disrespectful. My mom told them a couple of things and she helped me a lot. That was not fair.
His mother has health problems, which are real and imaginary too. She is obese but eats lots of ice cream. She has a cane to get pity. She can walk so fast when she wants too. She is a bad actor. She liked complaining about her health, her problems. She invents them, too. She like using wheelchairs so fun. She complains about business class as she cannot turn like in a real bed but she is obese. What’s the point?
She does not do much to help but complaining insulting and criticizing is easy. Her husband is building a cabin for my little one, this is nice for the child. He drinks a lot with my husband. They try to forget the old witch. Not my problem. I do not want to use my energy for this. A real mother would have told her child once not to drink so much but no. This “family” is auto destructive masochiste profoundly ill destructive negative mean selfish sel centered egocentric. This is their problem no mine. I have to t as he care of my little one and myself. My husband does what he wants about alcohol as I am not his mother. I used to be sad about that but now I think more it is his choice, his health and he is an adult so to speak at least he is more than 18. He has kidney stones and an auto immune illness. He is a night owl as it is fun to work at night and sleep in the next day. I am not and my little one and myself live during the day and go early to bed at night. We have a normal life. It breaks my heart when we go to the park and I see children with dads and his dad is still sleeping. It is so selfish of him and he does not realize. I can’t use the vacuum on Saturday morning but I use the washer the dryer and the dishwasher.