It suddenly occurred to me that my in-laws hadn't sent me a Mother's Day card, as they have since my daughter was born.
Then it occurred to me that this was proof that they were blaming me and hated me.
And then I thought, why the hell do I spend so much of my life worrying about people liking me? Specifically these people?
Please like me disease, I think it's called, and I've got a bad case. I guess because of my daughter, I'm inextricably linked to them. While they're bad, they specialize in hovering right in the gray area of bad but not cut out of your life completely bad. I'm going to have to not only see them again, but hug them and kiss them and buy presents for them and spend time in their house and interact with them. And I simply do. Not. Want. To. Do not. When I thought I was getting a divorce, the number one entry in the pro category was never have to spend time with in-laws again. How awful is it I wish they'd really cross over into doing something really, really bad?
9 hours ago