My MIL Always Gave My Son the Worst Gifts Because He ‘Wasn’t Blood’ — Until He Taught Her a Lesson

When he turned five, Diane gave him a child’s coloring book — already scribbled in.

And when he looked up, puzzled but polite, she just laughed.

“Well,” she said, sipping wine as I asked her about it, “he should be happy he got something, Lydia. He’s not really my family anyway, right?”

Skye smiled and said thank you. I swallowed the nasty words I wanted to call her.

That night, Zach promised to talk to his mother.

But nothing changed.

A few weeks later, Diane’s birthday dinner rolled around.

I dreaded it with every cell in my body, but I knew that we couldn’t miss it. Zach wanted Skye to know his cousins, and I knew that Diane would spend the evening talking about us if we didn’t show up.

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