I'm thinking of renting a sky-writer to spell out, "I'm sorry I didn't Facebook Friend you" in the clouds above SIL/BIL's house, along with sending SIL a huge bouquet of flowers complete with an overly-sappy apologetic greeting card. Inside the card I want to include the contact information to a therapist who specializes in PTSD with a note informing her that I am willing to pay for her first visit - you know, since I am clearly responsible for causing her so much pain and trauma.

So you know those chalk silhouette drawings that you can get made while at carnivals or fairs?

So my H is to the point where he's tired of hearing it and I'm tired of saying it.

He clearly is NOT interested in respecting me if it comes at the "cost" of actually having to parent his child. To me, I am asking for basic respects and common courtesies. To him, I am apparently asking for the moon.

So I talked to H about SS replacing my soap dispenser.

The long and the short of it is that H doesn't feel that SS should have to replace my soap dispenser. A "heated" discussion thus ensured regarding the real "lesson" H is teaching his son. Blah, blah, blah...

H's big concern? That if he pursues this with SS, that SS will know that I was the instigator and will hate me even more. I said, "WTF cares if SS hates me? I could care less..."