My Inlaws are Asses
OK Dear Diary I really try not to rant and except the paths of all but dam if this is not a rant day. I feel like Kali wanting to stomp Demons. My in-laws are Asses. Thank goddess they are, or I may have never been pissed enough to sell everything I own and move 1100 miles away from them.
But we must begin at the beginning.
Act one- When I married into the family, who by the way were like the Cleavers from the TV show; leave it to Beaver, I really thought I had found a family. My parents being dead there was definitely an empty spot. But that was not how it was to be. First the mere fact that I had been married before, had a son and WAS NOT CATHOLIC let me know soon enough I would never be accepted into the inner circle of their righteousness.
Second scene, another sister in-law was my friend. She converted to Catholicism when she married their genius RICE GRADUATE son and was a genius herself. Quit a bit to brag about for the in-laws until--- health problems prevented her from having children and two bi-racial children were adopted into the family. This really posed a problem as after all they were the children of the genius son BUT they were bi-racial. This developed a whole new level in the family; not quite as low as my level but certainly not the inner circle. Just an attachment of one who belongs to the inner circle.
Act Three. I was very close to the children and often watched them as the mom was in an out of the hospital. Maybe even a few brownie points were thrown my way as the nanny that protected the inner circle from unwanted responsibilities.
Act four. The genius son is diagnosed with cancer and dies. The failing health of the daughter in-law/mother of the bi-racial children kept her in the hospital alot and the bi-racial (sorry but this can not be forgotten by the family) were in my care more than at home. Beautiful children they were/are. Only ten and seven when they lost the only Daddy they ever knew.
Act five. The daughter in-law is taught to give herself Demerol shots to try to deal with the pain of her illness. She becomes addicted and forgets any genius stuff she knew in her agony and loss. Lo and behold into her life walks a con -demon. He is very slick and takes over the life of her and her children.
Act six- an overdose. daughter in-law/Mom is in the hospital and the little girls are in the care of the con-demon. I go get them and take them home only to hear he has pretty shady in ways of punishing them. Like no covers at night when they sleep. Hmmm. ran his name and what do you know he is a sex offender just deported from Canada.
Act seven- I blow the whistle and threaten him with inches of his life. The perfect family is stunned that something actually cannot be ignored. I CALL children’s protective services SINCE DAUGHTER IN LAW CHOOSES TO BELIEVE CON-DEMON.(She is not herself at this time)
Act eight- all is true. He is not allowed near the children and daughter in-law/mom is getting help. Meanwhile in step the in-laws. A dinner is set to speak about the situation. I assume we will discuss how to work as a family to care for the girls and support daughter in law. I am dead wrong. It is a meeting to put me in my place. An intervention meeting against me. Lots of tears and telling them if these girls were blood or not adoptive this conversation would not even be happening. Along with a few other choice words pent up from trying to please these people just proves the poiunt I am an unpolished, un Christian outsider.
Act nine- girls are sent away to a boarding school. I am not on the mailing list. I told them they were the epitome of everything I hated about hypocrite Christians. I move away from the family that was never to be mine and left my poor husband to choose his own fate. He moved as well futher giving the family reasons to outcast me.
Act 10 - 3 years later. Christmas. One of the girls is allowed home for Christmas and calls me. She tells me she loves me and she is happy. Oh BTW the girls were put in different schools. The daughter in law/mom visits them at their separate schools but remember she has health problems and actually she just gave up to the family that could not forget the children were bi-racial.
I have had three years to get past this and thought I was doing really well. I was even polite the one time they came to make sure I was not keeping their son in un-livable surroundings. Remember they ignor what would not make them popular in their church so they just pretended what happen between us never happen, which allowed them the presence to come to my home.
BUT THEY ARE ASSES.. Just got the Christmas list. All the siblings (my husband and his brothers and sisters) were pared up in a drawing with the (REAL)grandkids name. I or any other in-law was not included on this list, nor were the bi-racial tucked away grandchildren/girls, nor was the two daughters of another son's wife from a previous marriage. And certainly NEVER has my son or his family been included.
I ran off the email handed it to my husband and went and put all the Christmas money I had been putting aside for these people and put it in my purse. I am going to give it to charity and they can kiss my NON CHRISTIAN, BI-RACIAL CHILDREN LOVING ASS.
OK I FEEL MUCH BETTER. I will never understand how my loving, SPIRITUAL husband came from that family... Colorado is almost not far enough from them...
I hope when they sit in church Christmas Day the cross on their altar falls and hit them right in the head...
But we must begin at the beginning.
Act one- When I married into the family, who by the way were like the Cleavers from the TV show; leave it to Beaver, I really thought I had found a family. My parents being dead there was definitely an empty spot. But that was not how it was to be. First the mere fact that I had been married before, had a son and WAS NOT CATHOLIC let me know soon enough I would never be accepted into the inner circle of their righteousness.
Second scene, another sister in-law was my friend. She converted to Catholicism when she married their genius RICE GRADUATE son and was a genius herself. Quit a bit to brag about for the in-laws until--- health problems prevented her from having children and two bi-racial children were adopted into the family. This really posed a problem as after all they were the children of the genius son BUT they were bi-racial. This developed a whole new level in the family; not quite as low as my level but certainly not the inner circle. Just an attachment of one who belongs to the inner circle.
Act Three. I was very close to the children and often watched them as the mom was in an out of the hospital. Maybe even a few brownie points were thrown my way as the nanny that protected the inner circle from unwanted responsibilities.
Act four. The genius son is diagnosed with cancer and dies. The failing health of the daughter in-law/mother of the bi-racial children kept her in the hospital alot and the bi-racial (sorry but this can not be forgotten by the family) were in my care more than at home. Beautiful children they were/are. Only ten and seven when they lost the only Daddy they ever knew.
Act five. The daughter in-law is taught to give herself Demerol shots to try to deal with the pain of her illness. She becomes addicted and forgets any genius stuff she knew in her agony and loss. Lo and behold into her life walks a con -demon. He is very slick and takes over the life of her and her children.
Act six- an overdose. daughter in-law/Mom is in the hospital and the little girls are in the care of the con-demon. I go get them and take them home only to hear he has pretty shady in ways of punishing them. Like no covers at night when they sleep. Hmmm. ran his name and what do you know he is a sex offender just deported from Canada.
Act seven- I blow the whistle and threaten him with inches of his life. The perfect family is stunned that something actually cannot be ignored. I CALL children’s protective services SINCE DAUGHTER IN LAW CHOOSES TO BELIEVE CON-DEMON.(She is not herself at this time)
Act eight- all is true. He is not allowed near the children and daughter in-law/mom is getting help. Meanwhile in step the in-laws. A dinner is set to speak about the situation. I assume we will discuss how to work as a family to care for the girls and support daughter in law. I am dead wrong. It is a meeting to put me in my place. An intervention meeting against me. Lots of tears and telling them if these girls were blood or not adoptive this conversation would not even be happening. Along with a few other choice words pent up from trying to please these people just proves the poiunt I am an unpolished, un Christian outsider.
Act nine- girls are sent away to a boarding school. I am not on the mailing list. I told them they were the epitome of everything I hated about hypocrite Christians. I move away from the family that was never to be mine and left my poor husband to choose his own fate. He moved as well futher giving the family reasons to outcast me.
Act 10 - 3 years later. Christmas. One of the girls is allowed home for Christmas and calls me. She tells me she loves me and she is happy. Oh BTW the girls were put in different schools. The daughter in law/mom visits them at their separate schools but remember she has health problems and actually she just gave up to the family that could not forget the children were bi-racial.
I have had three years to get past this and thought I was doing really well. I was even polite the one time they came to make sure I was not keeping their son in un-livable surroundings. Remember they ignor what would not make them popular in their church so they just pretended what happen between us never happen, which allowed them the presence to come to my home.
BUT THEY ARE ASSES.. Just got the Christmas list. All the siblings (my husband and his brothers and sisters) were pared up in a drawing with the (REAL)grandkids name. I or any other in-law was not included on this list, nor were the bi-racial tucked away grandchildren/girls, nor was the two daughters of another son's wife from a previous marriage. And certainly NEVER has my son or his family been included.
I ran off the email handed it to my husband and went and put all the Christmas money I had been putting aside for these people and put it in my purse. I am going to give it to charity and they can kiss my NON CHRISTIAN, BI-RACIAL CHILDREN LOVING ASS.
OK I FEEL MUCH BETTER. I will never understand how my loving, SPIRITUAL husband came from that family... Colorado is almost not far enough from them...
I hope when they sit in church Christmas Day the cross on their altar falls and hit them right in the head...