Confession of a daughter-in-law
I have a confession to make, as soon as Ronnie walk out the door to go for a little swim, I leaped into a dance of joy before my brain can tells me he is going out.
After heated discussion about choosing the furniture, it slowly sank into reality that my house is coming !!!! whoo peeee..
After months after tolerating family habits, I was just impatient about having it my way. Who knows, they have been tolerating me as much I have been. Maybe, there is too many miscomuunication because there was no communication to beign with.
But I having my fresh smelling toilet, or I do the washing at my own time or i bring down the clothes as when as I want to!!!!
Or I don't have to be play filial piety and to be disappointed because it will never be appreciated. To stuck in between the both of them, and like throwing up because I always the one been blamed because of the denial that the son chose to make the decision.
The tolerating of opening of the door before the knock, when I always have my privacy in my own home room. The commanding of what she wants and asking to say please and we start another heated argument of me not being respectful.
Sometimes, I wonder if I am the one being too being too narrow minded, but all I know I trying to breathe in the patience, while it always been quickly suck out.
The key is not tell your husband because he doesn't know what to do, but I tell him, I don't have a choice when I lash it out at him. I don't make him choose, all I need is sturdy reliable shoulders.
However, I have make it clear to both parties, I have no intention of staying with her, or giving an option of a choice. I turn deaf , blind to give no yield of allowing her to step a foot in my house. Of course, I am more than welcoming her to visit. She can whine, complain to the world and damage my reputation , being angry, but no way I allow it.
My heart turned into a cold stone, or you can stoned me for the matter (pun intended). But I also make sure that she won't be left alone, that's my promise to her, if she had heard and digested it.
AFter all, I weigh the decisions and conseqences, I rather stayed with my husband till death then allowing her to disrupt it and end up in the ruckus.
My confessions XOXO Ade
*Quick updates : Mil stayed in my house for 2 years and it was ruckus...
After heated discussion about choosing the furniture, it slowly sank into reality that my house is coming !!!! whoo peeee..
After months after tolerating family habits, I was just impatient about having it my way. Who knows, they have been tolerating me as much I have been. Maybe, there is too many miscomuunication because there was no communication to beign with.
But I having my fresh smelling toilet, or I do the washing at my own time or i bring down the clothes as when as I want to!!!!
Or I don't have to be play filial piety and to be disappointed because it will never be appreciated. To stuck in between the both of them, and like throwing up because I always the one been blamed because of the denial that the son chose to make the decision.
The tolerating of opening of the door before the knock, when I always have my privacy in my own home room. The commanding of what she wants and asking to say please and we start another heated argument of me not being respectful.
Sometimes, I wonder if I am the one being too being too narrow minded, but all I know I trying to breathe in the patience, while it always been quickly suck out.
The key is not tell your husband because he doesn't know what to do, but I tell him, I don't have a choice when I lash it out at him. I don't make him choose, all I need is sturdy reliable shoulders.
However, I have make it clear to both parties, I have no intention of staying with her, or giving an option of a choice. I turn deaf , blind to give no yield of allowing her to step a foot in my house. Of course, I am more than welcoming her to visit. She can whine, complain to the world and damage my reputation , being angry, but no way I allow it.
My heart turned into a cold stone, or you can stoned me for the matter (pun intended). But I also make sure that she won't be left alone, that's my promise to her, if she had heard and digested it.
AFter all, I weigh the decisions and conseqences, I rather stayed with my husband till death then allowing her to disrupt it and end up in the ruckus.
My confessions XOXO Ade
*Quick updates : Mil stayed in my house for 2 years and it was ruckus...
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