“Jean, look at this,” Scott said, handing me his phone. “Avery sent another list of things we need to buy. She says we should switch to organic everything.”
I sighed. “Scott, she’s going overboard. Just ignore it,” I advised.
Ignoring Avery didn’t work. Her texts became more frequent and critical, even scrutinizing my social media posts. “Jean shouldn’t be eating that,” she’d text him. “She needs more folic acid.”
One day, Avery offered to host my baby shower. I politely declined, but she showed up with decorations and a detailed menu. “Surprise! I brought everything we need for the baby shower!”
“Avery, I told you, my mom and sister are handling it,” I said. She insisted, but I decided to have the shower elsewhere. On the day of the shower, we enjoyed a cozy celebration at a cafe while Avery decorated our place alone. I sent her a photo of our party with a cupcake and a note: “We know you’re enjoying your dietary options, just wanted to share.”
Avery was furious. “How could you do this to me?” she yelled. I stood my ground. “Avery, you crossed a line. This was supposed to be about celebrating our baby, not you controlling every detail.”
She admitted, “I’ve been in love with you, Scott, for years!” Scott gently but firmly told her, “You need to let this go.”
A few months later, I gave birth to a healthy baby, and Avery was no longer part of our lives.
