- 8 years ago
- Wedding: July 2009
First of all, can I say to concentrate on the main issue at hand here? There’s a lot that goes into this story. I need to post some things that perhaps I shouldn’t have done, but it’s only to allow you to see what’s going on here. I don’t need any comments on how I choose to do things.
I’ve never really gotten along much with my SILs, one in particular. She seemed to be perfectly fine with me until I posted some pictures of my daughter on Facebook. The pictures in question were just simple outdoor shots out in the snow. Let me just say that my daughter had on a long-sleeved turtleneck shirt, pants, socks, and hat under a snowsuit (one piece with mittens and feet built in), so she was perfectly warm. We were outside for a grand total of five minutes, and I took two pictures. Two.
The next thing I know, she’s posting on her sisters’ Facebook pages a link to one of the pictures and saying ‘why the fuck would anyone put their infant out in the snow’ (sorry for the language). I was livid. She did not know the circumstances and posted all this where I could plainly see it.
My reasoning was that it wasn’t even snowing outside, we were right outside the back door (where it’s not as cold as in the front yard), the snow was hard packing snow (not slush, so she was basically laying on top of it), and my daughter is six months old. My thoughts are that if an infant can have sunscreen on at six months without consulting your pediatrician, then they can be in the snow for five minutes. I have to take her outside all the time. I’m not going to turn into a hermit just because it’s cold outside.
Over the past few days, she suddenly has an issue with me having the baby stuff in the bathroom. Now, the bathroom is where I make the formula and put together the bottles, so I stored the formula cans, bottle brush, etc. in there. My husband and I live on the top floor, which means that it’s just easier this way. My SIL took everything out of the bathroom and put it outside the nursery door with a note saying that the bathroom was not a kitchen, and I needed to get that stuff out of there because it’s unsanitary, and that’s putting it nicely.
I had no idea my SIL was still home. I was so angry, that I put everything back into the bathroom and wasn’t exactly being quiet about it. I admit that this was wrong of me. I have a temper that I can usually keep in check, but I had already been having a stressful day on top of her passive aggressiveness, so it sent me over the edge.
Yesterday, and this is the big issue, she posted on Facebook that if everything was back in the bathroom that she was going to beat me when she got home. Of course she got comments and starts bad mouthing me to everyone, using my name and everything. She’s saying that I’m a horrible person, I essentially don’t know anything, I disrespect her parents (I don’t), that I have no idea what she’s been through in the past year (as if I’ve been through nothing), and that anybody else would have beaten me a long time ago. She actually had people cheering for her after she said all this. My husband saw this long before I did (he took my computer to work, so I didn’t have a way to see it), and when he got home, he took out the formula and barley out of the bathroom. Everything else, bowls, spoons, the bottle brush, etc. are still in there.
She also said that she took everything out twice, and I replaced it twice, which isn’t true. I only put it back the one time, so either someone else put it back (it wasn’t me or my husband. I asked him) or she’s flat-out lying.
Now, I’m worried. My husband tried to assure me that she’s all talk, and she’s done this before to her sisters and never did anything that she threatened, but I’m still worried. I’m not convinced she won’t try anything. She’s not back yet, but I’m trying to take extra precautions such as locking doors behind me, because I’m terrified to be here. The worst part is that my husband has to work tonight, and his parents go to prayer meeting on Saturday nights, potentially leaving me alone in the house with her. I don’t have anywhere else to go. I don’t want to hide out forever, but I also don’t want to leave the room I’m in.
I’ve defriended her and blocked her on Facebook so I won’t have to see anything, but it doesn’t make it any better. I don’t have to see her comments, but I’m sure she’s making them.