Monday, July 09, 2012
OMG! My flippin' MIL is rewriting my resume, making stuff up she doesn't understand, and even made me a new email account. She doesn't like me using my old one because it has my maiden name and thinks it would be confusing to prospective employees. She did the same thing to my husband during his job search. He's so used to letting her do what she wants he's afraid to say anything. She knows I hate her looking for a new job for me, she's been doing it since I started working at my current job since it has never been good enough. Funny how the only reason she gets pad the big bucks is because she keeps her boss' dirty little secrets. TMI, I apologize. Anyway, she now prefaces giving me a new want ad by saying "Now, I'm not doing this to upset you, but.....". We've discussed this I don't know how many times. A bit more than meddling I would say.
So tonight I came home from work and started cleaning so the apartment will be spotless when they come over on Thursday. If I wasn't excited about getting a decent bed in the guest room I'd not care. At least I was warned that they were coming. Of course it still won't be clean enough here. I have two cats and a healthy stash of yarn. I have books and hobbies. I don't live in a museum.
Whenever we sit down to discuss her meddling it always turns into an attack on my husband. I so wish they would go to family counseling. She tries to raise her grandkids her way too, but her daughter is able to put her in her place. Of course the SIL isn't good enough either, but he makes good enough money.
I am so sick of being judged, but of course she isn't judging me, she just wants the best for us. Yeah, right! If I don't talk enough when I'm there she complains to my husband. If I don't go with she wants to know why I don't like her. If I try talking to her it's all about what she wants for us. Yesterday was a lot of fun when they decided to cook a frozen pizza. I wonder how many more times she could have told me how bad she felt because I couldn't eat it. At least she didn't try to keep us longer after I said it was time to leave.
I give up. I will never be good enough for her, but that's her issue. I'm happy with who I am. I like my job and I'm good at it. Of course it would be nice to make more money, but not at the expense of losing myself. There are things I value more than money.
Time for a bubble bath and some relaxation tea so I don't end up staying up all night tonight freaking out about her coming over on Thursday. If it's not good enough she doesn't need to come over anymore.