So this past weekend’s outlaw drama (f’ing link won’t insert….scroll down if you want to read about it) was sort of resolved on Monday night in a rather surprising turn of events.
My MIL, who annoys the snot out of me most of the time, was not to blame for most recent bout of outlaw asshattery. Whaaaaaaat?! I know. While the MIL is responsible for about 93% of the drama in my life, I can’t pin this one on her. This time it was the FIL. Yep, the FIL.
Turns out, unbeknownst to me of course, that I’m in the wrong. I don’t show him the proper “respect” that a daughter-in-law (or Mafia capo apparently) should. I don’t enter their house with gandiose “heeeeellloooooos” (think that Seinfeld episode with the Big Ball of Oil…ya, you know the one). Instead of taking my coat and shoes off upon immediately entering their house, I should instead be rushing (with dirty outside shoes) into the living room and genuflecting in his presence.
Well, ok, the genuflecting probably is going too far (only a bit though) but I should be IMMEDIATELY offering my greetings. I should also ask about his day, what his plans are for the remainder of the week and I DEFINITELY have to sit, in rapt attention, while he pontificates about things I could care less about or tells my husband he’s an idiot for not agreeing with him. And I should not expect the FIL to ever ask about me, my day, my job, my friends or my family. None of those things matter now that I have married into his family. Oh, also I’m forgetting that it’s also my fault that we have no children. Also, as a woman, I am automatically a lesser being and forget the fact that I have three degrees and eight years of post-secondary education, I am an idiot, I am always wrong and I never know what I’m talking about. That last bit wasn’t exactly stated this time round, but it’s pretty obvious how my FIL thinks.
You know, as my dad says, you can’t fix stupid. Arguing with it doesn’t work either.
Can we go back to the MIL being the dramatic one? That was much easier to deal with.