Mother in law. 

The very phrase is frightening.  It brings to mind horrible movies and bad examples.  Of course, supposedly somewhere out there is the perfect anti-thesis to those examples.  However, I have yet to meet one. 

Usually I get along with my mother-in-law.  I forgave her for the comments she made early in our marriage and I recognize that her son's faults aren't all her own.  However, when I needed help and asked for it she agreed.  Nice right.  She'll watch the kids once or twice a week for a couple hours while I go to class.  Such a nice woman.

Until I get home late that night after class only to have my bone weary body and mind that has been broken down for the last 9 hours by anatomy and physiology only to have my mother bitch at me because she had to deal with Adele (my mother-in-law) bitching at her about the fact that I didn't have diapers for the baby and the house wasn't spotless and she couldn't find the diaper cream.  A) yes, I ran out of diapers for Morgan that morning and I wasn't about to drag the kids out to the store when I'm trying to get ready for class when she fits her brother's diapers just fine.  B) no the house isn't spotless because I'm not OCD or ADD and dear god I have three children  and finally C) I don't keep the diaper cream out because the kids can get into it and the doctor said to use it only in extreme circumstances because it generally just aggravates her rash.

So after 10 hours at class with my mother-in-law only having to watch the kids for about 4 1/2 hours before my mom got home and took over I got to be bitched at for being bitched at because my mother-in-law is somehow trying to turn why my husband left into my fault.  He decided to be a whore because I didn't keep the house spotless like a good little wifey.  He decided to go because I didn't have dinner ready when he got home.  Or did he decide to go because I simply wasn't a perfectly biddable stay at home and do all the work while not asking where he was or why our money was mysteriously disappearing.  Oh wait we don't live in the early 1900s.

But if you can tell.  I'm Pissed.  With a capital P.  I work really hard in school to maintain my honors average.  And I come home and take care of my kids from sunup to sundown every day.  I'm the one that deals with their nightmares, their tantrums, their falls and trips.  I'm the one who has to tell them we can't go out to play because of the air quality. 

My husband takes the kids for two days, every two weeks.  So, let me think, who has it more difficult.  The guy who's kids are basically a novelty toy every other weekend or the person who is there day in and day out doing what needs to be done.  So she can think whatever she wants-I don't care.  I'm not sure I want to even try to save this marriage again.  As long as she's there trying to undermine everything why would I want to?