Yesterday was a long, long day. Between Hannah getting sick and the ridiculous family drama, I’m glad the day is over & done with. Presents and all were good. Hannah got all sorts of stuff, including a Pillow Pet and a kitchen set. I got a bunch of Japanese candy, taro, a Slush Mug, LOTR BluRay extended edition, and all sorts of other neat stuff. Jason is hard to shop for since he has no hobbies anymore due to the hours he works, so I got him some work shirts, a Charlie Sheen dress shirt (like what he used to wear on Two and a Half Men), and a big box of various soy sauces.
My parents came over and we opened more presents, then had breakfast. They headed home after eating, but came back later for dinner. Mom had picked up a pork loin, that was the size of a small horse, and I cooked it in my cast iron pot with apple/cranberry dressing. After dinner, we tried to get Hannah to got to bed . . . a failed somewhat. We all then watched the Doctor Who Christmas Special and played a game of Farkle. This was all the good stuff. The bad . . . well . . . I normally don’t vent about issues with my mother-in-law, but I need to get some of this off my chest and there isn’t anyone else I can talk with about it.
The problems began on Christmas Eve, when Jason’s mom wanted up to go over to their house for the family Christmas party. He wasn’t getting home until at least 10 pm and had told her that we wouldn’t be able too make it. It was just too late to have Hannah out, plus she had been running a fever the past day or so. We had originally asked her to have everyone come over here for the party (where she accused me of trying to poison her w/ cilantro…long story), like we did last year, but she didn’t want to. Jason should have just put his foot down and told her that we weren’t coming at all, but he didn’t. He just lets her walk all over him.
This drama had been going on for several days, and by this point my parents had gotten all upset because I was a complete basket case. Mom was especially worked up, and that only ends up setting me off more. By the time Jason got home, I was about ready to snap. He told her on the phone that Hannah was running a fever (it was 101.7 right then) and that we weren’t coming. We would see how she was doing the following day and go from there. She blew up, in typical fashion, and I’m sure started blaming me for ‘ruining Christmas’. He didn’t tell me what all she said, but i knew it wasn’t good. By then, Jason was at his breaking point, so he ended up snapping at me as if everything was my fault.
This is where I totally lost it. I’ve put up with his mother being hateful to me since we got engaged in ’06. There aren’t too many women who have the balls to tell everyone that her son was being stolen from her at the bridal shower. There was other stuff that happened as well during that time, but I just don’t have the energy to dredge that up right now. Suffice to say, any sane woman would have called the entire thing off. I know I came very close to it, but in the end decided to go through with it because I love Jason so much.
I pretty much told Jason that I regretted getting married to him, and that I resent the fact that Hannah was born into this amount of stress and tension. I don’t want her growing up and dealing with family dynamics similar to what I went through. My dad’s parents have never approved of my mom because she isn’t Catholic, and have always been brutally honest about it. Jason is very similar to my dad, being that they don’t put their foot down about the treatment. It’s horrible and it hurts.
Anyway, we sat and talked for a while. At this point, there are a lot of issues that we need to work out if our marriage is going to survive. Primarily, I told him that he needs to start dealing with her differently. If it doesn’t change soon, I don’t see us lasting to six years of marriage. It would be nice if we could move somewhere else where we are away from them, being that they basically live a few streets over. The annoying part of it is that we took Hannah over to their house today since she was feeling better, and his mom acted like nothing ever happened. She was just as nice as cold be. That’s how she is: one minute she’s okay, the next she’s twisting a knife in your back.
I’m hoping that everything will work out. But for the time being, I’m just going to have to take it one day at a time and see how it goes.