So how was the visit from the in-laws?
Could’ve been worse.
They’re easier to handle these days. My husband and I are less inclined to fill silences. Whereas we used to chatter incessantly to avoid tension, we now let silences ride and let them struggle to find a conversation topic. I don’t feel the need to be the pleasant and perky wife like I did earlier in our marriage. Whenever there’s indecision (they hate making decisions), the husband or I will take charge.
But they still managed to annoy in their own ways.
To my husband, my father-in-law made a few comments that he apparently can’t make when I or his wife are around. It’s his way of trying to get information on my brothers-in-law, but my husband’s pretty close-lipped when it comes to, well, most things. He also ranted about how one of my cousins-in-law didn’t tell him anything, which, honestly, why should cousin-in-law do so?
Another moment was their insistence on sending a picture of my husband and me to a friend of theirs. Their friend creeps me out and has done inappropriate things in my presence — I do not want him having a picture of me. They asked my husband to send the picture after it was taken, but husband faked it. He then played dumb when they realized it hadn’t been sent. I ignored their pointed glances for help. If they figured out how to send it, fine, but I wasn’t going to send some strange man who makes me uncomfortable my picture.
Dinner on Saturday was a trial. After spending all day in the sun and dealing with them, I was beat. I didn’t order a drink, of course, and wasn’t up for dessert or coffee. But the pouting when I declined dessert and coffee! It was as if I had forbidden them from having it (which they were welcome to do). When the waiter arrived and asked if anyone wanted anything, they couldn’t even speak up to say they wanted dessert though they clearly did. My husband ended up ordering a piece of cake for the table. By the time we got home, I was internally telling them to call it a night. Thankfully, they did.
At breakfast the next morning, I asked for decaf coffee. When my mother-in-law and I were again away from my husband and father-in-law, father-in-law says to husband: “Writer’s been keeping a very careful diet. No caffeine and she didn’t order a drink last night?”
Husband thinks he flubbed it, but his answer was good: “She’s been working out a lot lately, wants to keep that stuff to a minimum.” But inside, he was pretty pissed. We’d found out about the pregnancy two hours before. It’s early days. If we weren’t saying anything, husband says, his father should’ve kept his clever observations to himself. For my part, father-in-law can think what he wants, but if he’s dumb enough to share his clever observations with anyone, especially my parents, he’s in my doghouse.
After we left them following breakfast, the husband and I looked at each other: “We survived.”
Next up: the October wedding. Ay.