Yesterday I was reading Ami and I realized that using a colored font would make me happy. I don't know why I stopped doing it. So Thank you Ami. For the font happiness and the laughs.
I am still feeling much better. Yesterday at my therapy appointment I scored in the mild depression category. I can't tell you the last time I was mildly depressed. I will take it! I slept terrible last night so today I am not feeling too hot but I am still feeling better than before CSU. At my therapy appt we spent the whole time talking about MIL. She asked if we could limit our time with MIL and I said not really because of the kids. So she said to give her as little information as possible. She said when MIL is grilling me to ask why she needs to know. She also made me feel good because she said I am doing good on dealing with her. And to keep up what I am doing. Just try to do it in whatever way will take the least toll on me. Now I know that it is not just me.
A little thing like colored fonts made you smile? Glad I could.
ReplyDeleteYour mother in law is a pain in the ass, the mother in law stereotype exists for a reason.
I would ask you, since you say you can't limit your exposure to her 'because of the kids', is it healthy for your children to watch your mother in law be a jerk to you?
That is a really good point. I have noticed that it takes a while to get Carmen to stop "poking the bear" if she has spent time with MIL. But there are some really good things about MIL and all of the bad behavior boils down to being extremely insecure. She is never intentionally malicious. And I know that is how she was raised. If my feelings ever change I would cut her off without a second thought but for now I am going to try to set some boundaries with her. My Therapist gave me some good tools to use.
DeleteYou're a better person than I am, I think. :)
ReplyDeleteI had a toxic mother in law. She was an alcoholic and was meaner than hell except when she was sober. She was only sober long enough to work, most days, and was drunk by the time she arrived home in the evenings. Very long story.
I worried and worried that I'd have to keep my children from her when I had them, because she was a scary person and very manipulative.
She solved the problem for me by dying at age 43. Nearly four years before I had my first child.
I'm glad you have a therapist on your side. I'm on your side, too, although I'm just a random stranger on the internet. :)