Tuesday, February 25, 2014

An open letter to my MIL....

Let me first say this: you truly do not know me. You do not know anything about me, except for the delusional thoughts you came up with in your head. You shake your head in disbelief wondering why I have no respect for you. Let me count the ways, and show you the light. I used to like you. I used to feel sorry for you and the situation you were in: an alcoholic husband who verbally abused you and had too many personalities to count. You raised two sons, one of which I married. That son I married stood up for you countless times, and at one point slept with a gun by his bed in order to protect himself and you. That son grew up to be a warm, wonderful caring human being, in spite of his environment. That son met me many years ago and brought out the best in me. That son supported me emotionally, spiritually and financially. That son encouraged me to go to school, to believe in myself and to never question my abilities. That son helped you more than you care to admit or remember. You seem to forget the many times you questioned his decision to become vegan, to how much he dedicates himself to training or how awesome he is at his profession. What you do seem to notice is that his wife isn't the conventional wife your other son married. Your sons wife has a brain, opinions and strength that you seem to be lacking. Your sons wife encourages her husband to try new things. She supports him through the thick and the thin. She does not take advantage of him. She contributes to this family. She continued searching for the career the would bring her joy, and upon finding it, has had it pointed out, by you, that it's not a real job, although my many clients would beg to differ with you. My bills getting paid would disagree with your thought. You claim I make things "harder". Interesting, especially when it's used to describe my grief of losing my sister. I used to worry about you. Not anymore. You are on your own. You have created a miserable existence, one that you are more than welcome to enjoy alone. I for one am moving forward, concerning myself with things that matter to me: my husband, our dogs and our future. You can continue to bury your head in the sand, feeling sorry for yourself and creating little fantasies in your head, I have no time for that....

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