is having people in my life who expect me to make my life revolve around them. I spend two days waiting for in-laws to show up and then they finally arrive at noon on the third day. They stay one half hour and then leave saying they need six hours to get ready for their niece's wedding?? WTF?!? And to top that off, I get a "we'll see you later" which means I'm stuck at the house because if I leave and they show up, I'll never hear the end of it. How they want to spend time with the grandkids and I took away that chance.
The best part of the visit was the look on their faces when my fourteen year old son, who has no tact at all, answered the question of whether he was going to go to Indiana and stay with them for a while. He informed them that his father does not want him to go because he doesn't want his kids around the step family. That may explain the fast escape they made, but give me a break! If you want to spend time with your grandchildren, swallow your pride and show a little respect for the wishes of their parents. Enjoy the kids while you are here.
Then to top it all off, they asked if we were going to the wedding, the wedding I did not get invited to attend. "Oh, no one will care if you go. . ." NO. You do not show up to a wedding uninvited! I was taught better manners than that. That's why they do invitations: so people can RSVP and they know how many to expect to the reception.
All in all, it's been a horrible weekend and it isn't over yet.
It's nice to know, however, that it isn't just my family that's intolerable. My poor friend has her mother here for a visit and she's ready to commit herself to a happy house. Most of my anger comes from the in-laws lack of respect for me in general and that they CHOOOSE to ignore that my husband, their son, is gone and in a war zone. I have enough shit to deal with without their pissy attitudes! The silver lining: at least my in-laws are not staying with me.
Welcome to my life: Seventeen years as an Army wife, four deployments, five kids, and more BULLSHIT than any person should ever have to fucking contend with. This is my personal bitch session regarding anything Army that pisses me the fuck off. There's some good advice for surviving Army life and fucking funny shit. I am a proud infantry wife and have learned to laugh when I wanted to cry and how to swear fluently. Don't like the truth or foul language? Fine. Don't fucking read my blog.
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