My mother-in-law is a true lady Honestly, I could end my diary entry right there, as all the frustrations I feel are wrapped up in that single phrase. Still, for my own clarity, Ill expand.
Each evening, after returning from work, Id collapse onto the sofa, absolutely exhausted. You can imagine how thrilled I was at the idea of mustering the energy to cook for my fiancé after such long days. One evening, I walked in and heard my husband on the phone. Apparently, hed just started:
Yes. Hi Mum yes no, not yet, I havent eaten! Shes just come in, shell whip something up whenever she feels like it, I suppose. Yes, of course Im hungry only had breakfast today. Dont worry, Mum, being hungry isnt the end of the world. So are you inviting me round then?
I stood there, fists clenched, too angry even to say a word. When he hung up, he turned to me with an innocent grin, practically bouncing, and announced, Mums inviting us for dinner! He started enthusiastically reeling off all the dishes shed been known to make for supper. Inside I was desperate to say exactly what I thought about his mother. And for dessert, deliver a speech on Why cant you eat before bedtime? But instead, I put on my best face, did my makeup, and off we went for dinner.
But that was the final straw for me, and not long after, we parted ways. Im now remarried. Both my new husband and I work, and come home just as tired, but these days we take turns cooking. Because of this, our home is a peaceful and harmonious place, and Im ever so grateful for it.
