Is AUTHOR wrong in the post ? POST : I had my son back in January 2018 and this man has been a constant in my son's life. He gave me money for a crib (that I didn't end up buying due to lack of space), he 'gave' me his car to drive while pregnant with the understanding he would financially help me get a better car for the safety of the baby (he kept telling me to pick a car, but without knowing his budget I felt uncomfortable choosing a car so I gave him a list of cars I liked and said whatever he found would work. He never found one so I moved on and did my own thing.) He visited in the hospital after my son was born. This man has been extremely supportive and kind to me and my son since day 1. 

The early weeks of being home he often stopped by unannounced (me and baby lived with my mom, still do in fact) and he often stayed for a few hours. Being a fresh mom that just had a fairly traumatic c-section, the last thing I wanted to do was wear pants-- or a shirt most days-- that would press on my new incision. Yet here he was, almost 4 days a week, knocking louder than a 300sqft apartment calls for, me scrambling to put pants on while trying to settle the started baby. He always asked how I was, if I needed anything, which I greatly appreciated. But c'mon. I don't want to wear these pants. Please leave. 

And he would stay. And I would awkwardly leave the room every so often to try and nurse while he watched soccer and twiddled on his phone. So now do I have to wear pants, but now I can't watch my own show. 

Then he started calling himself Grampa Pheonix and I had to have a discrete talk with my mom about how I didn't like that he had dubbed himself a grampa. 

One day he showed up and asked if I had gotten the baby vaccinated (he was only a month old) and when I said no, he exclaimed "Good! Don't do it. He will get autism." I looked at my mom and had to leave the room before I told him he is in no way apart of that decision process. 

So fast forward to last week. My son's first birthday. This man has decided I "need to open my son an account so he can put money in for his college. Like $20,000 by the time he's 18." Ok dude, looky here. I do not need your money. My son does not need to grow up with the silver spoon you keep pushing on him. Kindly fuck off. I informed him I already have an account set up for his college fund and I do not need help. 

Well everyone, I came home yesterday and saw an envelope with "Happy Birthday Mr Carter (not my son's name, by the way. His nickname is Cardo), From Mom, Grandpa- Godfather" written on it, and $200 cash inside. 

I find this "gift" to be extremely in poor taste as I have made it clear I don't need or want his money for my son. Plus I made it clear he is not my son's grampa and I don't appreciate him self-declaring it. And now this Godfather status?? I feel like he's blatantly ignoring my wishes and my mom is enabling it. 

So Reddit. AMIT here? Do I give the money back and reiterate my feelings? Help me out here. 