Wednesday, October 05, 2005

October Already!

I can't believe we're in October already. It seems as if the months have flown by, although I'm sure when I get bigger and more uncomfortable I'm not going to feel the same. I'm 22 weeks now, and suffering through a terrible cold. The worst part is that I can't take anything for it, and it has created a terrible sinus headache on top of endless sneezing and wiping my nose. Owen started out with a cold, and then I got it. Usually, I'm pretty good about not getting sick, I keep myself pretty healthy. But, my awful MIL and I recently got in a fight which caused stress that I didn't need. Then I got sick, and it's probably because it's an easy way for me to be forced to hide from the world.

My girlfriend thinks I should be writing a sitcom about my MIL, but I really think that most people wouldn't believe the things she says to people and how mean she is. The other day, I asked her to pick up a child's rocker at a garage sale (and yes, it was a very feminine looking rocker, but it's really none of her business why I'm buying it), and she got on the phone to me and started yelling at me about how I have such awful taste and there is no way she is going to let her grandson use that rocker since it is clearly too feminine for him. She refused to buy it, and I ended up hanging up on her. Regrettably, this is many years of her thinking she can tell me how awful things are that I buy and put in my house or wear, and has constantly told me that I have bad taste. If you ask my friends, they adore my house and think I have good taste. So, I decided that I could really care less at this point whether we speak again or not, and I called my sister-in-law and told her we are having a girl, and I have been telling everyone, except her, that we are having a girl. I'm hoping it gets back to her through the grapevine, because I don't really feel as if she deserves the respect of me telling her. I know Erik is bothered by everything going on, and in the end, he's not really sure what to do about letting her know we are having a girl. I told him I don't care when he chooses to tell her, it's just not coming from my mouth. And, I'm going to leave all the girl baby clothes that I got from a friend out in the open, so when she goes snooping through my things, as she probably does, she will inevitably question why I have them.

My husband wishes I could be more like him and just let it roll off my shoulders, but I just never counted on having a bitch as a MIL. Not only has she made it perfectly clear that we should have aborted our first child, because he wasn't "perfect" enough, but she seems to feel she can continue to tell me how to run my life. I'm 38 years old, even my own mother doesn't try to control me like she does!

She is just a miserable old woman, and it's sad because she has so much. They own two beautiful houses, one in Hollywood and one in Malibu, she has money to travel and do what she likes, she has two healthy sons and three healthy grandchildren. But, apparently, that is not enough. She needs to be bitter about everything. God, I hope I'm not like that when I'm old.

3 Comments:

Blogger Sweet Coalminer said...

She doesn't know you're having a baby?

I'm sorry you married into that. Family really sucks sometimes. Especially the family that comes attached to the man of your dreams...

I would ask her to get the rocker, and if she doesn't like it, she can throw it in the garbage and then jump in after it.

1:27 PM  
Blogger Anam Cara said...

Sorry you have such a bitch of a MIL. One of my husband's aunts is like that, but we hardly ever have to see her. I can't stand when we have to be near her because she is so unbearably rude. And no one tells her off which pisses me off even more. I know that one of these times I probably will. So I can really imagine what your MIL and I feel for you! Sorry about your cold as well. I hope you feel better very soon!

5:11 AM  
Blogger Roxanne said...

Time for an update!!!!! What's going on? Is everything okay?

7:17 PM  

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