You fucking cunt.
What a horrible thing to write in your son’s birthday card. You only sent that card so you could get that message across, loud and clear. Well, I got your message too. Fear me.
Guess what? I don’t want you at our wedding. You abandoned your son when he was at his lowest point. You showed nothing but disdain and ignorance. Your love was conditional on his being heterosexual, apparently.
Guess what? You’re not going to be my mother-in-law. And your active alcoholic, abusive husband will not be my father-in-law. You were not parents to him. Therefore, you will not be parents-in-law to me.
Guess what? He doesn’t want either of you in his life. That’s why he legally divorced you and changed his entire name. Therefore, I don’t want you in my life - our life - either.
Guess what? If you attempt any further contact with your former son, I will take legal action to prevent you from doing so ever again. You are poison to him, and to me.
It’s over.
Know what? I’m going to tell my parents how much I love them, and how much I treasure their unconditional love. They will be there for me, on my special day. They want nothing more than for their children to be happy. They know that it’s not about them, or their friends, and what they think.
Know what? I’m going to do everything in my power to make your former son happy. I’m going to give him everything you didn’t. We will happy, joyous, and free. The best revenge is living well.
Know what? There won’t be two empty spaces in the church, or two empty seats at dinner. You aren’t invited to my wedding. You won’t even know where we’re having it, or when it’s going to be.
And I’m not inviting you to leave your former son alone. I’m telling you.
Because, so help me God, I will shield and protect him from both of you.
I’m glad I’ll never have to meet you. Because God have mercy on you if I ever did.