So in being true to myself I am just going to jump right back into this blogging nonsense and let you all in on a secret. I don’t care.
I have been to therapy for years and I just don’t have the capacity to give a damn on certain things. Fashion, don’t care. Popular music, don’t care. I could go on.
It just isn’t in my nature to care about these things. Another thing I don’t care about is what people think of me. Aside from finding it fascinating on how people spend their time and energy ranting and raging over little ol’ me. Namely, my in laws.
DUHN DUHN DAHNNNNNNNN. *queue the drama honey*
January or so LK had a lengthy and stressful conversation with his brother. Various topics were covered – incredibly hateful shit was said to him (and let’s be clear, had I heard these things first hand – I would have had my say – you just do not FUCK with the ones I love). After the 6 hour conversation, aka whine fest, was over LK gave me a bit of insight on what I missed. And while I still don’t have all of the facts a big fuck you goes out to his brother. But funny thing is I didn’t do anything out of my way to be LOATHED. That’s right .. apparently the WHOLE family LOATHES me and everything about me and all I had to do was be me. I’m in yo’ head snatching up yo’ happiness. Hide yo’ kids.
Fast forward 9 (NINE) months — we are supposed to head out to visit LK’s family. Knowing how BIL feels, he has a preemptive conversation … LOUP will be with me, hope you have seen that January’s chat was over the top yadda yadda yadda.
Again I have NOTHING. I didn’t hear any of this – I just know that my love, my husband of 15 years came into the house angry, upset, distaught … all because of this selfish ass. LK was once again informed that no one in the family likes us, only his Mother puts up with us because LK is blood and Mother is too passive to say what she really thinks.
I am hoping LK has a conversation with the mom before we trek out there — blowing 100s of $$ in fuel and time that we could spend visiting people who actually care about us.
This is 15 years of nastiness and indifference and while I will never make him choose — I have decided that my relationship with them is over. I held my tongue and didn’t say a lot of what I wanted to before .. and that got me hated — well wait until they get a load of me.