My Mother-In-Law’s Remarried and My Son Started Grade 8 Today!

My mother-in-law just got remarried on Saturday.  It was a really nice ceremony.  My husband and kids didn’t go.  I was the only one in our family who went.  My husband didn’t go because of his social anxiety/agoraphobia.  He really wanted to go.  My son just didn’t want to go.  Our daughter didn’t go because she wasn’t invited.  My mother-in-law didn’t want her to go.  She gets so stressed out by her.  Always bugging her for money and favours.  She’s away on her honeymoon right now, but will be back in a couple of days.

Speaking of my daughter, she’s been dropping by our house and the Peer Support Centre asking me for money.  When I tell her we don’t have any, she stomps out of the house, uttering a few choice words, then slams the door.  Tonight she came by but she was actually nice.  She didn’t ask for money.  Probably because she knew we didn’t have any right now.  She called and asked if her and her boyfriend could grab a few snacks for tonight because they’d probably be walking the streets all night, like they have for the last few nights.  I told her they could.  She came a short while later and grabbed their snacks then left, fairly politely.  She wanted to borrow a few smokes from my husband but he said “No.”  She called him an a$$hole about a month ago and he still hasn’t forgotten it or forgave her.  He doesn’t even want to see her or talk to her.

I think part of my perfectionism problem regarding the housework is my black-and-white thinking.  I want to either do it perfectly or not at all.  It’s like “What’s the point if I don’t do it correctly?”  For example, I’d really like to organize my freezer.  I’d like to have it all organized by type of food and label the shelves.

My son started Grade 8 today.  He didn’t have the best first day.  The principal said something that upset him.  I hope he has a better day tomorrow.  We didn’t get a chance to go for our usual bike ride tonight.  Maybe tomorrow.  Thanks for tuning in!  Tune in again next time,

— Joyce.


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