You know what’s scary? My in-laws will be here a week from tomorrow.
As you may recall, I am not a fan of my in-laws. Fortunately for me, neither is my husband. Per usual, they’re passing through and want to stop by. We’ll actually be here, too, so we’ll have to put up with their “visit.”
(Earlier this year, they wanted to come to DC to see a friend receive an award. They made their attendance contingent on being able to get together with us sometime during that weekend. It was the same weekend as the Philly race. Because we would not be here, they didn’t come to see their friend receive said award. Process that now. Make sense? No? I know.)
We’re pretty good at handling them and are planning a host of activities that will keep them distracted. I was probably grumpier last year (since I was still with Dysfunction, Inc.) at the idea of their arrival. This time, I’ll deal, but I probably won’t enjoy it any more than usual. One thing I know they’re going to press on is our hotel reservation for cousin-in-law’s wedding. They’re determined to have everyone stay in the same location.
My response is already primed: “Well, we haven’t really looked at the options, but I do know I want a bit of luxury. The one where cousin-in-law is staying is outrageous, but maybe a step down from that one.”
Husband says he’s just going to reiterate that we’ll be seeing plenty of them that weekend.
But, in order to receive them, we have to get the apartment ready (thankfully they’re staying at a hotel again). Beyond cleaning, that means clearing up evidence of our creative endeavors — writing (for my husband; my in-laws have to know I write, right? I’ve never hidden it) and TTC (they won’t know apricot one about our struggles and will only hear about a pregnancy after the first trimester is over).
It’s sad we have to hide our lives from them, but they’ve not been very trustworthy when we do share. No matter what we tell them, we get accusations about how we don’t include them in anything. Sigh. So we stopped offering them anything resembling trust or confidence.
Like my husband said, though, they’ve had nearly 40 years to treat him like a human being and they never have. What can you do?