Okay, I know it might be mean, but...
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I am so glad that my MIL finally left.
After being with us for the past 2 months, I really think I had enough.
Here is a little background info to understand why I feel this way:
When DH and I got married we lived in NY for about a year and then moved to Nevada because I was able to get a teaching job very quickly after finishing my masters. After 2 years there we moved back to NY (I wasn't happy at all) and moved in with my parents into my old bedroom. We figured we would be there no more then 6 months, well 6 months turned into 3 years. I didn't feel like we were married, it really felt like my boyfriend was living with me at my parents. I really felt disconnected from him. DH really thought I would find a good paying teaching job quickly so we would be able to move out and me knowing that the market for teachers in NYC is brutal and not easy to find, had no luck.
Fast forward now to 2 years later which makes us living with my parents 3 years. That fall (september) we found out that DH father has liver cancer. (we also had a loss that May which made it even harder) DH parents live in another country so DH went to visit his father in September. A few months later DH father had passed away in December
. I flew in for the funeral for 2 weeks then came back to NY to work. DH ended coming home the first week of April. It was very difficult for the 2 of us being apart for so long.
When he came back he pretty much told me to start looking for a house so I did. Last summer with his inheritance, we were able to buy a house. I am very greatful but sad at the same time, knowing that it would have not been possible to purchase a home if his father didn't pass. There are no words that can describe that emotion and feeling. So, we ended closing in June and he has his mom come at the end of July to see the house which is still not completed, though he was rushing to do so, this time she only stayed for 3 weeks. BTW she stayed in the same room with us in my bedroom (my bedroom is quite big 11x20) We finally moved into the house on September 1. Not even a month in the house and to finally get use to being married again, she came at the end os September. urgh I felt like my house was a hotel for her. I would come home from a long day at work and she would be waiting for dinner. And she would ask when are we going to try again, urgh maybe if you are not here then it could happend. And then the shopping. OMG the shopping that DH and MIL did was insane, the ugly crap they bought almost 6 days out of 7. I couldn't take it. She bought us a a statue of a camel.
WTH anyhow, getting off topic, she ended up staying till December 10. And DH left December 11 to go back for the one year prayer for his father and he came back on Christmas day. Not even 2 months later, his mother returns in February and never the less, he tells me that his mom is coming on the cruise with us and what's worse, she is staying in the same cabin. urgh I really felt like the third wheel on that cruise. At one point I told them they were boring and left them in the room and did my own thing. O when we came back from the cruise is when we got our BFP (got pregnant when she wasn't here lol). We then told her the next day cause she was going to be staying with us and she would sooner or later find out. I have to say, that she was much more helpful around the house this time and it was only because I was pregnant.
So, I am really glad she is gone and won't be back till the little monster is born. But God only know how long she will stay then. urghh
Hoping for a great six months of free MIL marriage
If you read this far, thank you ladies.
Rant over
