Mrrf..
I was supposed to update on the haunted house thing but meh.. I feel like ranting about a message on steven's phone the other day from his mother.
Ok like 2 weeks ago his mom came up here for the weekend to meet me and see Steven which she hadn't seen in almost a year. The first day, or night should I say, she came she was drunk. Great first impression on your new daughter-in-law. *rolls eyes* She constantly repeats subjects like about the second oldest son Robert (or Bubba for short) and how he was being an ass the day before she arrived or about her boss at work. We were just going to drive her to the house but she wanted to go out to a bar or something. -_- Ok fine, Steven drives to the Old Market in Omaha, which wasn't far away from the airport. Well Downtown Omaha is a mess of One way streets so Steven got a little lost but we made it there. We walk around a bit then go into this pub. We sit at the bar first which was our first intention but then ended up sitting to eat. Steven and I already had taco bell before we went to get her but we ended up eating anyways. My dinner was just a sandwhich, steven got some steak thing and his mom ordered what looked like cracker pizza. It was good but yeah.. the woman only eats once a day (so she told us more then 3 times) and doesn't eat much. So she was trying to share it with us. She kept saying how my sandwhich looked good. Ok.. so let's see she said she had only 2 or 3 glasses of wine at the airport in houston when she had to wait 3 hours for her flight. 1 or 2 glasses on the plane.. she had about 2 at dinner..
We go home and talk, the next day I think we went out shopping for food and stuff, all that she bought. She kept complaining about having to try to get into the backseat of our truck, but when I kept offering the front seat she wouldn't take it and climb into the back anyways. Grr.. Sunday we didn't do much, made and had dinner with Andrew and Pricilla comming over to eat as well. All seemed fine. Monday I hardly remember cept that we went back to the Old Market for lunch, walked around a little while then we took her the airport. Steven was sad to see her go which you know I don't blame him. I was sad to see my parents go in June when they visited.
So let's fastforward to Saturday night before we go to bed and her message. He left his phone upstairs all day and at some point she called. Suprisingly we didn't hear the phone ring. He puts it on speaker for some reason and I hear her saying that she cried the whole way home from visiting us and she felt like a bad mother for leaving. She thought I wasn't a very good wife cause I didn't seem to be taking care of Steven. I don't have a job and she would like to help but if Steven ever needed too, he could go home again.
WTF?? I let that woman come to our house, when I didn't really want to meet her to begin with. I try to be as hospitable as I could, cook for her and all that, even let her stay in the house.. and she gives that line of bull shit? Please someone tell me if having a job is the only way to take care of your man because I didn't know this. I thought I was doing a damn good job being there for him when he comes home, listening to what he has to say about his day or what's on his mind, I cook for or with him, I make sure he eats, I make sure he gets his butt outta bed so he's not late, I try and remind him of things he needs to do or said he was going to do.. Is that not taking care of him? I sure as hell thought it was. I admit sometimes I have him do things for me because I am a big scaredy cat to do some things myself and yeah ok I don't clean the house every single day and do dishes everyday.. so sue me. But how am I not taking care of him just because I have no job? I am taking better care of him then she did. She didn't know what was on his mind half the time, she didn't know how he felt about things. I know it, I am there and I listen. I have no distractions like 4 other children and alchohol to keep me from listening and helping him. Shit I have even gotten help from my parents with money to help pay for things like the new brakes we just had done. Which his mother SAID she would pay for but never bothered sending money. She had to talk to her new husband first, the one that put her into debt. >.< I've helped out when we've run low on money and Steven can't pay for gas.
Her damn call has left me thinking I am not a good wife, when I am. Steven's even admitted it more then once I am a good wife. I don't know.. just the whole thing is left me irritated and upset.
Ok like 2 weeks ago his mom came up here for the weekend to meet me and see Steven which she hadn't seen in almost a year. The first day, or night should I say, she came she was drunk. Great first impression on your new daughter-in-law. *rolls eyes* She constantly repeats subjects like about the second oldest son Robert (or Bubba for short) and how he was being an ass the day before she arrived or about her boss at work. We were just going to drive her to the house but she wanted to go out to a bar or something. -_- Ok fine, Steven drives to the Old Market in Omaha, which wasn't far away from the airport. Well Downtown Omaha is a mess of One way streets so Steven got a little lost but we made it there. We walk around a bit then go into this pub. We sit at the bar first which was our first intention but then ended up sitting to eat. Steven and I already had taco bell before we went to get her but we ended up eating anyways. My dinner was just a sandwhich, steven got some steak thing and his mom ordered what looked like cracker pizza. It was good but yeah.. the woman only eats once a day (so she told us more then 3 times) and doesn't eat much. So she was trying to share it with us. She kept saying how my sandwhich looked good. Ok.. so let's see she said she had only 2 or 3 glasses of wine at the airport in houston when she had to wait 3 hours for her flight. 1 or 2 glasses on the plane.. she had about 2 at dinner..
We go home and talk, the next day I think we went out shopping for food and stuff, all that she bought. She kept complaining about having to try to get into the backseat of our truck, but when I kept offering the front seat she wouldn't take it and climb into the back anyways. Grr.. Sunday we didn't do much, made and had dinner with Andrew and Pricilla comming over to eat as well. All seemed fine. Monday I hardly remember cept that we went back to the Old Market for lunch, walked around a little while then we took her the airport. Steven was sad to see her go which you know I don't blame him. I was sad to see my parents go in June when they visited.
So let's fastforward to Saturday night before we go to bed and her message. He left his phone upstairs all day and at some point she called. Suprisingly we didn't hear the phone ring. He puts it on speaker for some reason and I hear her saying that she cried the whole way home from visiting us and she felt like a bad mother for leaving. She thought I wasn't a very good wife cause I didn't seem to be taking care of Steven. I don't have a job and she would like to help but if Steven ever needed too, he could go home again.
WTF?? I let that woman come to our house, when I didn't really want to meet her to begin with. I try to be as hospitable as I could, cook for her and all that, even let her stay in the house.. and she gives that line of bull shit? Please someone tell me if having a job is the only way to take care of your man because I didn't know this. I thought I was doing a damn good job being there for him when he comes home, listening to what he has to say about his day or what's on his mind, I cook for or with him, I make sure he eats, I make sure he gets his butt outta bed so he's not late, I try and remind him of things he needs to do or said he was going to do.. Is that not taking care of him? I sure as hell thought it was. I admit sometimes I have him do things for me because I am a big scaredy cat to do some things myself and yeah ok I don't clean the house every single day and do dishes everyday.. so sue me. But how am I not taking care of him just because I have no job? I am taking better care of him then she did. She didn't know what was on his mind half the time, she didn't know how he felt about things. I know it, I am there and I listen. I have no distractions like 4 other children and alchohol to keep me from listening and helping him. Shit I have even gotten help from my parents with money to help pay for things like the new brakes we just had done. Which his mother SAID she would pay for but never bothered sending money. She had to talk to her new husband first, the one that put her into debt. >.< I've helped out when we've run low on money and Steven can't pay for gas.
Her damn call has left me thinking I am not a good wife, when I am. Steven's even admitted it more then once I am a good wife. I don't know.. just the whole thing is left me irritated and upset.