(Apologies to Mo Mommy on the title, but if the shoe fits, sometimes you gotta borrow it!) Some of you might want to re-think being my friend, or at least reading me, if you knew what I did today. I’m a bad woman.
You all have read about my mother-in-law. Nothing I say about her is untrue or even an exaggeration. So today, on the first day of my trying to re-join the human race, she had to bumble into my space. Weather it was fate, dumb luck, or providence, I will never know, but I unloaded both packed, aimed, primed and ready-to-fire barrel’s at her. All of the things I have been holding in for seven years just came spewing forth from my mouth is a long tirade of vitriol and frank, tactless verbal cannonballs. When I hung up on her, she was crying. Now before you get too upset at me, she is a manipulative-passive-aggressive, so crying isn’t really a big deal, but still, making your MIL cry is never something to be proud of.
It isn’t necessary or advisable to go over all the things I threw at her, but let’s just say she doesn’t wonder how I feel about anything. Anything. Immediately I called DFM at told him what I had done, feeling kind of ashamed at my lack of control and knowing I had to apologize to her. He laughed at me! While he agreed that I probably ought to say I was sorry, at least about one thing, he didn’t think it was really a big deal.
But I am feeling more than a little guilty. I did call and apologize for my disrespect, and it went about like you would imagine, if you know anyone who is passive-aggressive. Serves me right for speaking my mind. *sigh*