Archive for July, 2007
Grow Up
My in-laws are proud of how youngish they appear. Plastic surgery, dieting and designer clothes are part of their daily activities.
After my miscarriage several years ago the first thing they said to me while I was recovering three days post D&C was, “While we are sorry you had to go through this, we are rather happy because we just weren’t ready to be grandparents yet.”
It is with no surprise then that my toddler son and baby girl do not have paternal grandparents in any sense of the word.
7 comments July 30, 2007
Perhaps…
Perhaps I might like you if you didn’t ruin my wedding night by asking your only son to drive in the wilderness for hours and hours in the dark looking for some stupid part for your crapped out car.
Then when he found it, we had to follow your crapped out car in the fog to make sure you got home safely. What a crock of shite MIL. You owe me 3 hours of my wedding night that I will never get back.
And perhaps I might have liked you if you didn’t wear the same colour as my wedding dress on my special day. You sure know how to make a girl feel special.
Perhaps I might like you if you didn’t pretend to like me when I know that if my marriage ends tomorrow, you will be happy because you’ll get your son back.
Perhaps I might like you if you took my side for once. Just once.
But no.
It’s not about me, is it.
It’s about you.
It’s always been about you – and it always will be about you.
Add comment July 2, 2007
Honesty? Honestly!
Honesty isn’t always the best policy. No wait, it *IS*.
Right before my wedding, my MIL kept asking me if DH and I had had our blood tests. I kept patiently explaining to her that in California, you don’t need a blood test to get married. Finally she came out with her true worry, at SIL’s house and in front of Grandma.
She asked, ‘Have you had an AIDS test?’
Actually, I had asked DH to get tested for STDs and give me a credit report before our wedding, so I could kind of understand where she was coming from. Except she wasn’t getting married to me, so it was really none of her business. In fact, from her extreme evangelical Christian world-view, she was certain that DH and I were ‘doing it’ and I was giving DH all kinds of cooties. We weren’t and I wasn’t: DH had gone over that with her when we announced our engagement and she asked me (the second we were alone together, of course) if I was pregnant.
AIDS test? I replied, ‘Oh yes, I’m negative. I get tested once a year for peace of mind.’
Truth hurts, lady.
2 comments July 2, 2007
