There is a line that, once crossed, relatives don’t act like “close people,” but rather like naughty people. Monica’s parents are one of those. They somehow think that since I took their daughter to be my wife, they go along with it. The only good thing is that they don’t live with us, but that doesn’t change the fact that my mother-in-law is always hanging around us. She visits us regularly, even bothering Monica herself with visits, and she makes a third extra with us on our dates, all the while wanting me to pay for everything.
I can’t stand her silly smile and giggle when she says, “You will pay, won’t you? I’m a woman, too, after all.”
She goes to the movies and to cafes with us, and she’s always asking me to give her a ride somewhere. My father-in-law is no better – he’s always sneaking a cigarette or a bottle of something from the bar. In my house and Monica’s, they feel like they’re their own and they just rob me and my wallet.
Somehow I can’t answer them delicately, and when I’m rude, Monica shuts me down. They’re her parents, how can I be rude to them? And they are already in my throat. So tactless and insolent, trying to fit all of our own. And they haven’t helped Monica or me personally one penny. My parents are shocked by them too, that’s why they don’t want to see me, but I have to.
I wonder when my patience will break and I will explode because of them. Then everyone will pay for themselves.
