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it’s your side.”
My MIL Said, ‘Give My Son a Boy or Get Out’ – Then My Husband Looked at Me and Asked, ‘So When Are You Leaving?’
She’d pat their heads and say, “Three girls. Bless her heart,” like I was a tragic news story.
Then I got pregnant again.
She sent Derek links for boy nursery themes and “how to conceive a son” like it was a performance review.
