Get the fuck over your petty little bitchings. I'm [not] sorry that I decided to go to college instead of kissing your drug-addicted whoring ass. Get over yourself because your son is with me and no longer up your ass. Cut the fucking umbilical cord. He has. If you don't like how I'm raising my daughter, you don't have to be a part of our lives. If you don't want to follow my "stupid" rules, you won't get a choice in being a part of SD's life. Grow the fuck up and deal. I'm marrying your son, so just because you had SD while DH was in Basic doesn't mean shit anymore, especially since you fucking did drugs and went to the bar while watching SD, and stole money from your son which we could seriously use for SD right now. I'm with them and she's in MY custody, meaning to be a part of her life, you gotta be a part of mine, and follow DH and I's rules.
I got phone calls from MIL and FIL this morning, cursing me out. They will NOT be seeing SD AT ALL during our visit to PA. They are DONE and OUT of SD's and my lives.