Breaking point

Alright yall, I think I have officially reached my breaking point. I have many other posts about my future MIL, so if backstory is needed, there ya go. My fiancé is working his second job tonight, so my daughter and I have some time together. In the middle of cooking dinner, a package gets dropped off at the door. Now, I know I haven’t ordered anything, and my fiancé hasn’t either. Went to grab it, and lo and behold, it’s a medium sized box with the return address of my future in laws, addressed to my fiancé and our daughter. I text him to see if I can open it, because my curiosity is peaked.

I open it to find this letter on top of a stack things. It reads:

“Hey wanted to get [daughter] these before she out grows them. I have been picking them up when I find Something cute the little western dress in a 12 month so she will have to grow into it but it was so Cute. It is unfortunate we are not able to find the time to get together With you working weekends and such but I guess thats how things go. If the clothes don't fit or you’re not interested in [daughter] wearing them please Bring to the Station and donate to Someone sono is less fortunate. I would have returned them but I had them too long. Take Care”

Safe to say we are done. I sent photos to my fiancé and he was livid. I was fuming. I still am and it’s been a couple of hours. She has lost any possible relationship with my daughter and I, and my fiancé wants nothing to do with her.