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Which comes from throwaway baby name and says, am I the asshole?

Breaking my fiance's family tradition by naming my son what I wanted. Throw away because I have

in-laws on Reddit. Myself, 25 female and my fiance 27 male have a two-month-old son.

We are overjoyed at being parents,

but most of my in-laws are refusing to even see our baby

because of a decision we made concerning his name.

My in-laws have a tradition of giving the first-born son

of every generation the same name.

Let's say it's Peter.

This has been going on for about seven generations already, and they are very serious about it.

My fiancé's eldest cousin was the latest person to get named Peter.

Every one of his cousins has only had daughters so far, so our baby is the first son of his

generation, and consequently should get the name.

I have no problem with the name Peter and would have been okay with naming my son that. Unfortunately that was also the name

of my uncle who died before I was born. I won't get into details but it was tragic and traumatizing

for my family. My father never got over losing his younger brother.

My grandmother asked the family not to name any of our future children Peter during her lifetime.

My mother-in-law and father-in-law knew about this promise, and at first seemed to not only be okay

with us avoiding the name Peter, but also supportive of the one we chose.

However, my grandmother sadly passed away when I was seven months pregnant. We traveled for her funeral. On our last day

there, my in-laws called to offer me their condolences. Then my mother-in-law asked me if I was

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