We got home and mom nagged on and on about why she wasn't invited to the wedding and the babyshower. To be honest we didn't have a babyshower but I think Ross understands now why I hate them.
Sleeping arrangements were hectic. Ross and I got kicked out of our room and had to sleep on our fold out couch. Wish I could make her sleep on the couch but I'm terrified of her. I really am.
The whole time she was with us I never left Alex's side nor talked to her.
Holding Alex, mother marched to me and demanded I respect her. "Why should I? You never gave it to me so why should I give you respect or the time of day," I snapped. Man I hate her
