Sometimes I read these AITA posts and wonder if I’m insane because everyone in these stories sounds awful.
This one is all about birthdays, a day neither a one-year-old nor a 50-year-old really should ever give a rat’s ass about. but here we are: both these crazy people do care and they care so much they’re willing to upset each other about it.
OP starts by saying her MIL loves birthdays in a really derogatory way. Girl, you’re about to post about a conflict you had OVER YOUR DESIRE TO HOST A BIRTHDAY. So. Call the kettle black.
MIL fucking loves her birthday. She kept joking when I was pregnant that if I went into labor on her birthday (2 days before my due date) I better hold him in. Well karma, he was born on her birthday and she was not pleased. MIL came to the hospital for about ten minutes, but said she had plans and left.
OP’s mother-in-law turned 50 (which is a big deal) and planned to have her party on the weekend of her birthday. OP’s son is also turning 1 on that same Saturday. OP immediately refused to move the kid’s party.
This year she is turning 50 and he is turning 1 and the day falls on a Saturday. I was super excited that I could have his first party on the actual day, and immediately started making plans. MIL said she is having a party that day, so I need to do his another weekend. I thought that was ridiculous because one of them is a little kid and it isn’t her. I know technically we could do his in the afternoon and hers at night, but my in laws throw crazy parties. Her fortieth was like the size of a wedding and it requires lots of prep, hair, makeup, so it really wouldn’t fit.
When the MIL said this was also crappy, because it is, OP called her mother-in-law a “crybaby.” Because the hallmark of maturity is really name-calling.
I refused to move the date of his party. MIL got mad and said he won’t even remember. FIL told me my son isn’t the end all be all and she was born first. I told MIL she was being a crybaby and to build a bridge and get over it. I said he is a little kid, so his is more important than hers, and she can do her ridiculous pageant/birthday party another day (didn’t say that part out loud)
MIL is now not talking to us, but not changing the date. This means the family will go to her party, and I feel like she is being really immature. I have no regrets for what I said, but her daughters called me an assh-le and now aren’t talking to their brother.