Not sure if this belongs here or over in 'b*tch it out', both sort of apply.
My mother-in-law doesn't take my wheat allergy seriously. I had a terrible reaction at Thanksgiving where I spent about 15-30 minutes curled up in bed, struggling to breathe while my baby had seizures inside me. She doesn't think it could possibly be as bad as I say because I didn't demand to be taken to the ER. Guess what, MIL? I have several remedies on me at all times that work like a natural epi-pen. What exactly would rushing to the ER serve? Perhaps it would have been wise, but I have a serious phobia of hospitals, so I'm never going to suggest going to one. Needless to say, I've basically put myself on house arrest, and I only eat food that either I cook or that came from a completely gluten-free kitchen.
And here's the kicker: There's a woman at my old church (she's one of many reasons I left) that hates my guts. Snacks were always brought, and due to myself and several other gluten sensitive people (at least a quarter of the church), snacks are supposed to be gluten-free. This woman (I'll refer to her as R) shows up with a king cake last year, and made a big fuss when she was told not to serve it. Since then, she refused to talk to either me or my mom (who confronted her about the cake), and would consistantly glare at me everytime she saw me.
Now, since I no longer go to that church, R gave MIL a baby quilt to give to me. WTF??? Maybe I have a suspicious mind, but I have to think that she did something to it. Why would someone who obviously hates me (there have been several overtures made to fix the relationship, all of which were turned down) send me a gift?
Both my husband and MIL think I should just 'turn the other cheek' and 'do the Christian thing' and accept the blanket as a peace offering. I ask you, why does the victim in the situation always have to be the one who 'does the Christian thing'?? If my suspicions are correct, and R did spike the blanket with flour, my unborn child could die, or at the very least, I'll be going into labor in the midst of a full-blown reaction (I'm 8 1/2 months). Which brings us back to MIL not thinking my allergy is serious.... Because she thinks that that last sentence would just be me being dramatic!
As of now, I'm having my mom pick up the blanket just so it can be thrown away. I don't need this sh*t right now...