Do any of you have any idea how many posts I have written, published, and then deleted off this blog? Me neither. All I know is that it is a lot. The reasons for their deletion vary from my fear of writing something about someone IRL and having them stumble across my blog and call me out to trying to rid myself of unpleasantness to thinking they were either just too boring for reading or made no sense.
The thing I'm getting at is I am not sure this post won't fall victim to deletion at some point, but for right now, I need to get this off my chest before I explode!
My relationship with my MIL is very strained, at best. I never really liked her. I tried, but not very hard. I've always just kind of floated along through our time together and tried to keep that at a bare minimum. I actually got away without seeing her or talking to her for two fabulous years. The reason I was able to go for so long is because she pissed me off too badly to want anything to do with her. Of course, that was while we were undergoing infertility treatments. She kept sending me snide emails about the causes of infertility such as being overweight (I weighed 123), drinking (never touched a drop in my life), drinking too much coffee (I don't drink that either), and a whole slew of other garbage. I will cut this story really short by saying she did a whole lot of things that finally made me tell her to go the F away. I had had it!
I'm going to leave out a lot of story here just to keep this post from getting too long.
At the end of last year she sent me an email. I thought she was trying to patch things up so that she could be a part of her grandbaby's life. She took me for the biggest roller coaster ride. One minute I thought she was being a B, and the next I thought she was apologizing only to turn around and be a shrew again.
By the time my daughter was born, we had both sworn to make an effort at mending the relationship. I have seriously doubted her true resolve to do so though. She can be a mean nasty ass woman for no reason at all. One minute I will think we're making progress and literally the next minute I want to smack her into next year for being a shrew again.
Most of our communication is via email. I should post some of her little ditties on here just so you all can laugh along with me. Most of her emails make my angry and want to cut off communication again, but the nice person in me won't let me.
She spent Christmas day with DH and I at his grandpa's house. The relationship between her and her father as well as her sister's is every bit as strained as the one between her and I and her son (did you get that? [i.e., no one likes her]). After we got home, I wrote up a post about Christmas day on my primary blog (which she reads) and forgot to mention her, but did mention her sisters. The next day I had an email in my inbox telling me that she did not appreciate the post because I mentioned her sisters, but even moreso because I did not mention her.
I thought my lack of mentioning her was the nicest thing I could do!
She asked that I not mention them on my blog anymore as it upsets her, but to please remember to mention HER. Umm, I'm sorry, but I thought it was MY blog. If you don't like it, don't read it. Please. For the love of God. Further, don't send me nasty emails because you don't like the content. I get it. I forgot to mention you, or rather chose not to mention you. There is a reason for that. Be glad.
And this on top of the cheap ass Christmas present she gave me. I spent bucks on that woman. Her son didn't. I did because if I didn't, she wouldn't have gotten anything from us. My husband despises her. So what does she do? She buys him a really nice Christmas present and a ton of clothes for my daughter. Guess what she got me? A seriously ugly picture from the second hand store that probably cost her a nickle and a stupid bracelet. I really wish she hadn't gotten me anything and said that she spent my gift money on my daughter. That I could have handled and been happy about, but the gift she got me was a slap in the face and I think she knew it. It pissed me off so badly because she knows her son didn't spend one red cent on her, yet she went all out for him and everyone else at Christmas, including her sisters who despise her. The one person there on Christmas day who was even willing to think a smidgen of a happy thought about her was the person she snubbed. Good call lady. That's the way to mend the relationship with the mother of your only grandchild. Consider yourself cut off from here on out please.
I am so done being nice to her! It already pains me to be nice to her, but she is a spiteful B. I think she does it just to see what she can get away with, but I am sick of it. She wonders why no one likes her, and one of these days I will get the balls to tell her exactly why. She is this close - to being told. I'm not sure when I'll snap, but I know I will if she keeps her crap up.
I really hate the energy she brings into my life, which is why I cut her off the first time. All she ever does is piss me off. I keep asking my coworkers if anyone wants her, but they always tell me no. I've told my dad I am going to take her to the pound one day, but he keeps telling me they will just put her to sleep. Why is that a problem?
I really am an easy person to get along with. In fact, I get along with the majority of people who cross my path. I am very easy going. The only thing I care about is if you are a good person. I don't care about anything else you have done in your past. I don't care if you don't like the same things as me or think the same way, I actually appreciate it. But one thing I cannot and will never tolerate is rudeness that is uncalled for. This woman takes that cake and builds it taller than most people I've ever had the displeasure of knowing.
Oh, and did I mention she came up in a reading with R? I didn't say anything about her and he told me out of the blue that my MIL was a crazy piece of work. I'm not kidding!
Anyway, that's my rant. I really don't know how to end this post other than to say, "Piss Off!" to my MIL.
P.S. The picture is now resting on top of the pile of junk going to Go.od Wi.ll.