It is raining again. Suits my mood. MIL was here yesterday.
To start off, I fixed breakfast after Pat got up. That was around noon. About 1:30 he says that he has to go pickup his mother that she was going to be here for the night. Thanks for the notice. So I get started on dinner. I tell him that it will not be ready until around 6. He tells me that he will stop and get his mother a bite to eat. Does he do this? NO. So as soon as they walk in his mama says when is dinner? I am hungry. When I said that it won't be ready for a couple more hours she says I should have stayed home. I was so mad. I wanted to just serve it then, raw pork chops and undercooked pinto beans. I asked Pat in private," I thought you said you were going to get her something to eat? You knew dinner would not be ready right when you got here. " Well I guess I set off WW3. The rest of the day was the pits. He said a few things and I decided to not speak because if I did I would blow my lid. Well his mother kept asking me if I was mad at her. Then she would ask me personal questions about my friend which I knew the answers to but they were not any of her business. I told her that I did not know and that it was not my business so I never asked her. She is the biggest gossip in the family and never tells it truthfully. So that made Pat mad at me. He said that I do not treat his mother with respect. The rest of the day went just peachy.
Now it is Sunday. Are things better. No. His mother wakes me at at 7 telling me that my friend wants me to call. I had the answering machine on. She listened to the message and woke me up. The message was not urgent , it said to call later after church. Well I get up and fix a pot of coffee. The last pot I fixed she said was too weak so I made this one with a pre-measured pouch of coffee. It was too strong. That makes Pat mad. He said I did it on purpose. That I must have put a cup of grinds in it. He also said just wait until one of my family comes and stays. Like that will happen. He knew how much that would hurt. I do not have any family that will ever be staying with me. Well I made them their breakfast and I got ready for church. Brook and I left for Sunday School. We did not stay for services. I went and laid down because I had a headache. I guess I was rude. He left to take her home and he told Brook he was going fishing and took my camera with him. Like I believe him.
I am the one that is supposed to give my all. I am the one that is supposed to clean the house and cook the meals and entertain a woman that does not like me. If he wants her down here then why doesn't he entertain her? He just goes about doing what he wants. I am tired of listening to her go on about how she wishes she was somewhere else or with someone else. I am tired about hearing about her drug addict of a daughter and how wonderful V is. Little does she know. I know something that V has done that would destroy her mother but I will not tell her because I do not want to be the one to kill her. She has a bad heart.
So anyway he is "gone fishing" and Brook and I are here. I am tired. I am going to go play POGO.