Valentine's Day-bacle
I started writing this yesterday, but got interrupted. So here you are...
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So, the plan for last night was for He and I to stay in, have a pizza and a bottle of wine, watch a DVD, and while not buying into all the Valentine's bullshit, just enjoy some time alone together.
But, at quarter to 7, just as we'd poured our first glasses of wine and settled onto the sofa, MIL rang for Him.
Over an hour and a huge fight later, the phone call was over. As was any chance of us having the nice relaxed evening together that we'd planned.
That woman has no comprehension of how much her fucked up little delusions are upsetting her son. We all know that her ideal would be her and Venus and Cuck and Him all living together in one big house with no husbands/wives around, so that she would be the bloody centre of attention and have her kids (that's 'her' as in property of her) where she still thinks they belong. I mean, for crying out loud, two of them are pushing 40, the other is 25, they're all married, and the older two have children of their own! And yet in her extremely small brain, they should not be permitted to live their own lives or do what makes them happy.
The source of the argument last night? She is throwing a strop because we don't want to spend 3 out of the next 4 weekends doing family shit just because they all seem to have birthdays on top of each others. MIL's, then His, then 007's. All He has said is that He wasn't planning on doing a family thing for His birthday, because we've got MIL's just before and 007's the week after! And yet MIL takes it as a personal insult that she won't see her precious baby boy on his TWENTY-SIXTH birthday! And of course, this all ties into the Brighton move etc etc...
So, big fight, Him really upset, everything ruined as far as our nice evening goes, and why? Because MIL is selfish and deluded. Great. And on Sunday we have to pay money we don't have to go and eat Sunday lunch at some pub with her and the rest of the Munsters for her birthday. Fabulous, just fabulous.
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So, thought for the day: If I blew up a house with all of my in-laws inside, would the police ever believe it was an accident?
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So, the plan for last night was for He and I to stay in, have a pizza and a bottle of wine, watch a DVD, and while not buying into all the Valentine's bullshit, just enjoy some time alone together.
But, at quarter to 7, just as we'd poured our first glasses of wine and settled onto the sofa, MIL rang for Him.
Over an hour and a huge fight later, the phone call was over. As was any chance of us having the nice relaxed evening together that we'd planned.
That woman has no comprehension of how much her fucked up little delusions are upsetting her son. We all know that her ideal would be her and Venus and Cuck and Him all living together in one big house with no husbands/wives around, so that she would be the bloody centre of attention and have her kids (that's 'her' as in property of her) where she still thinks they belong. I mean, for crying out loud, two of them are pushing 40, the other is 25, they're all married, and the older two have children of their own! And yet in her extremely small brain, they should not be permitted to live their own lives or do what makes them happy.
The source of the argument last night? She is throwing a strop because we don't want to spend 3 out of the next 4 weekends doing family shit just because they all seem to have birthdays on top of each others. MIL's, then His, then 007's. All He has said is that He wasn't planning on doing a family thing for His birthday, because we've got MIL's just before and 007's the week after! And yet MIL takes it as a personal insult that she won't see her precious baby boy on his TWENTY-SIXTH birthday! And of course, this all ties into the Brighton move etc etc...
So, big fight, Him really upset, everything ruined as far as our nice evening goes, and why? Because MIL is selfish and deluded. Great. And on Sunday we have to pay money we don't have to go and eat Sunday lunch at some pub with her and the rest of the Munsters for her birthday. Fabulous, just fabulous.
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So, thought for the day: If I blew up a house with all of my in-laws inside, would the police ever believe it was an accident?
posted by Mookmoo at 11:18 am
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