The Last Straw
I am going crazy at my horrible father-in-law’s house. For some dumb reason, we decided to fly across the country to stay for six days with this man. He doesn’t listen, like literally he doesn’t care what anyone has to say. He acts like a dictator. He treats his 30-year-old children like they’re four years old. He won’t even let us get a drink without watching and questioning our moves and choices.
He’s also completely unempathetic. So my last straw just happened. He had to step out for a walk because he was clearly furious that we didn’t want to take my NAPPING 15-month-old to his neighborhood park. When he gets back, he starts talking in a very loud voice saying my son has been napping long enough. Um, no, he’s actually missing out on nap time because of all this traveling and being in another home with people he barely knows.
My son was sleeping soundly through his yelling, so he decides it is time to vacuum. Yep, he turns the vacuum on right by my sleeping baby. This man is a psychopath. We won’t be coming back here.