My mother-in-law is truly a lady… Actually, I could probably end the story right there, since that sentence sums up all my frustration, but let me explain a bit more so you get the picture. Every evening, Id come home knackered after work and collapse onto the sofa. You can imagine how much I longed to whip up something delicious for my fiancé in moments like thatnot at all!
One day, I walked through the door and overheard my husband chatting away on the phone. Sounded like hed only just started:
Hi, Mum, yeah… yeah… no, I havent eaten yet! Shes just come in shell cook something when she feels like it. Of course Im hungry, breakfast was all I managed today. Starvings not the end of the world, Mum, I can cope. Anyway, are you inviting us round?
Honestly, I was so irritated, I couldnt even say a word during that call. I just stood there with my fists clenched. Then, as soon as he hung up, he flashed me this innocent grin, practically bouncing: Mums invited us over for dinner! and started listing off all the things she sometimes makes for supper. I wanted to tell him exactly what I thought of his darling mother. And then, for pudding, give a little speech about Why cant you eat before bed?
But I held my tongue. I got ready, did my makeup, and off we went for dinner.
That night, though, was the final straw, and we ended up splitting up not long after. Im remarried now. Both of us work, both of us get home absolutely shattered, so we take turns cooking. Thanks to that, theres peace and harmony at our place these days.
