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|Sat, 10-04-2008 - 10:45am|
I'm back, ladies!!! and I am NEVER going back to Ohio!!!
The calling hours for DH's grandfather were a nightmare. The whole trip to Ohio was a nightmare. To make a long story short, they no longer consider DH "family" because he moved away and doesn't visit or "care" enough. We found out we weren't included in the family hour before public calling hours, but we went anyway b/c we found out from the funeral director when we dropped off our flowers. DH had a huge row with his mother over her stealing his identity and racking up debt under his name, and I had to hear about I'm so cold, I'm a cold-hearted person and I turned DH into this awful man...uggg I'm just glad to be home and back to normal!!
I did have a minor breakdown yesterday. DH's mother gave him a letter she had been writing since August. Turns out, she knew his grandfather was dying for MONTHS...but never told DH!! DH's mother ruins things that cannot be repaired.
But anyway, about my minor breakdown. Since DH and I have been married, his mother has put me into some warped competition with her best friend's daughter. DH's mother threw her a huge bridal shower (I didn't get one), helped pay for her wedding (we got literally no help). DH told his mother we don't want to know what "Sally" does and that he doesn't care. Anyway. On Tuesday, when I spoke to DH's mother to find out about the funeral arrangements, she kept talking to me like a moron about funeral stuff. I finally said, "Do you forget what I do for a living? I'm a FUNERAL DIRECTOR" and she says, "Kristy, I know what your career is". In that funny tone, meaning...unbeknownst to me!..that I chose a career and not a family, in her eyes. I had no clue what that was supposed to mean...until I opened this letter.
Sally is pregnant. With twins.
I was just so emotional about everything already, I just started bawling. I was sobbing to DH that it's not my fault I'm reproductively challenged and it's not my fault I can't give him babies, and he was livid at his mother because he TOLD her to basically shut up about Sally. And you know when you start just babbling because you're so upset? I just started crying and babbling about how Sally has my pregnancy, my twins, and she'll probably steal MY names and have a boy and a girl and I'll be barren forever. Looking back, I must have sounded comical! I have this stupid HSG exam that I'm NOT looking forward to on MOnday, and I get to hear about how easy it is for everyone else to get PG with freakin' twins. UG!
I'm soooo glad to be home :)