Just a update for anyone who's interested:
So I had the baby at the end of June, he is a healthy, albeit large, baby boy, and prehaps the only man I may ever truly love. The dubby one foot in the other out BF has been an amazing help and is totally and completely in love with his son. (yes, there was eye rolling at the three times I had to sign for permission for blood transfusion at the birth)
So with the birth, I FINALLY get to meet the family. I hit it off with his sister and a sis-in-law. Amazingly nice women. Really sweet. They love my son and made me feel really welcome in this large family, with it's own rules, and expectations. Wouldn't hesitate to leave my son with them to go to the store or something. After a few family functions, riding home, BF says, "So you really hit it off with Sister and Sister-In-Law, huh?" Me: "For as much as I know them, yeah. Very nice. They made me feel the most welcome." Him: "HA! They are both baptised and devout Jws! Ain't that hilarious?" Me: "They didn't discuss the cult with me at all, I'd like to keep it that way, you should warn them I'm a "stumbler". To which followed an argument about how he'll take the baby to the hall when he's old enough, how my dad is pissed about the lack of a christening (i'm getting it done, i don't care), the usual "Over my dead body will my son be a drone", ect, ect, ect. It was sad because it's been months since we've had an argument about it, it's come up, but no real arguments. As far as the family goes, I immediately knew who most of the Jeh-hoobie praising ones were, the most ramrod didn't like me from the jump (i.e. My son is his father's clone, but the sister showed no interest in the baby, or holding him, and said he didn't Look anything like BF. There are floating rumors about BF, and sterilty, and if my son is really his.). I just hope he didn't send the other sister and sister in law to purposely love bomb me.
So couple days later he asked me to read a letter he was sending to a brother who in polite company one would describe as being "away" to tell him what I thought. Some where at the end of the letter was a diatribe about how Mama had fallen away from the bright light of Jahoover and how he feels there is no coming back....I closed the laptop.
I think I'm heading into round three with this. The sad thing is our relationship, for as much as it's worth, is improving because of the time we are spending together. We are appreciating each other more. Sorry about punctuation. Juggling newborn, bottle, and trying to type is difficult.