So as you all know from my previous posts, MIL had told horseface bitch devil cunt (not my dh, no she didn't have the decency to mention this) that "she could NOT take sides in their current custody issue, but that she would be attending evil sink wagons wedding this week." So dh finally dug deep and found where he had buried his balls and layed it all on the line. He informed his mother that they were "done". She no longer had any place in his life or mine, and for the sake of his son, he might try to "allow" her to see him. If she didn't like it, she could go crawl up devil cunt's ass and ask to see ss on her time. Well, I've heard sailors curse less then my mil. And trust me, seeing as I am a Navy brat, that's saying a lot. She called my dh every name in the book and even made a few up. He hung up on her and she continued to call, even though we would not answer, like a raving teenage stalker. She finally corners him on his work line the next day to beg to see ss. Dh, says fine, you can pick him up from Princess Mofo as I will be working. When she arrived, a half hour early, I made her wait outside with the door closed until I had ss bundled up. I then opened the door and sent ss out. I bent down, hugged him and told him to have a good time. Meanwhile this woman is brazenly trying to speak to me. I would not make eye contact or acknowledge her presence. She tried to ask me something and called me "sweetheart" to which I promptly turned and slammed the door in her face. Wow! It felt really, really good. Welcome to disengaging.