I was really hoping for an all-for-me weekend, but my plans were foiled. For good reason I suppose, but I can't help but be a little cranky about my relaxing weekend being turned into a therapy session.
About two weeks ago my husband's married parents of almost 40 years realized they had major marital issues, and blindsided us all with "we're getting divorced because he cheated on me". As if we did already have enough going on in our lives with a new baby and a new business, now this. I am absolutely heart-broken for my MIL, but sometimes I get a little annoyed with how she treats my husband: like a therapist. I really think she needs to seek professional advice and counseling, but she seems to think it is ok to unload EVERYTHING onto us. I have not even been married for 5 years: I have no advice on how to analyze,sever or save a 40 + year relationship. Oh well, I just keep to myself and do all I can: listen and empathize.
But to make my weekend all that less enjoyable, my MIL likes to treat me like. I have stage 4 cancer and am on the verge of going to the hospital because I have lost all normal use of my body. Each morning she would say, "how did you sleep?" not wait for an answer and say "oh probably not well, I can't imagine you sleep at all" and give me a mournful look as I try to explain that lately I have been sleeping like a champ. Here was my favorite of the whole blessed weekend: she calls her SIL to make plans to have dinner that night (a little family gathering, all cool) and I over-hear her conversation. It goes like this: "oh how's Shelly (DH's cousin who is due 2 weeks after me)? Not good, oh neither is Ani, she's been feeling pretty bad. I guess the girls can get together and compare notes..." meanwhile, I have been working in my yard, repotting plants, planting seedlings, pulling weeds, watering and deadheading flowers for 2 hours as she's WATCHING from a lawn chair. WTF. I don't feel good? Hmmm, news to me. This kind of stuff went on alllllllllllllll weekend.
I love my MIL dearly, but I think the combo of cranky pregnancy hormones (which I swore I would never blame sh!t on) and MILs need to project her obvious and justified negativity made it really hard for me to relax this weekend. Thank goodness for this day of silence and just me and my non-demanding, non-talking, non-judgemental cat Happy Memorial Day girls! Thanks for letting a girl vent
Re: Last vacation day that's all for ME