Sick of it all
Apr. 8th, 2007 07:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rayvyn2kYeah, that's me. I'm sick to death of my husband's so-called "family". Especially his brother and his brother's fiance.
She seems to be pissed off at us for something...and I think I know what it is. Last year, they had a housewarming ... I can't really call it a "party" because it was more like a "day" or an "open house". We found out about it via an invitation which was handed to us by his father at his father's house--and on the invitation was the notification that there would be a money tree there...
Tacky, tacky, tacky.
Well, we didn't go.
And I think she's still pissed off about it.
We had been invited to have Easter dinner at their house last year, and then the "house warming" and since then...
Nada.
We were not invited for Thanksgiving, Christmas or Easter this year.
We had the kids here, of course for Thanksgiving and Christmas, so that was good--but I know that her family and Gregory's father were all invited over...and it would have been nice to have at least been asked...you know?
Today, we did nothing because it seems the abrupt and drastic weather change has been playing havoc with Gregory and he has some crud. So, we couldn't have gone anyway--but again--it would be nice to be asked--or at least acknowledged.
It didn't help my state of mind that I talked to my sister, brother and mother today at my sister's house enjoying the holiday in the company of people who love and care about them. I was so jealous and upset I could hardly speak. I literally had tears streaming down my face and was reduced to speaking in grunts. (Mom, Beth and Jeff--totally not your fault, nothing you could have known about and I did appreciate talking to you--honestly.)
I told Gregory later that I don't even care anymore if we build a house out there. In fact, I don't think I even WANT to build and live out there anymore. Those people don't seem to care about us, or want to spend time with us. (The last time Gregory's "friends" went camping, they didn't even bother to call him.) We haven't heard from any of them for months. I think that Gregory is as upset about the lack of communication as I am, but he hides it better. In many ways, I wish we hadn't moved from Ft. Lauderdale.
Why would I want to move out of Murfreesboro and out to the country? At least here, my son and his family are five minutes away, the job is five minutes away and we are in the middle of a vibrant, active city.
Now, I do want to move to either a house or a different apartment, but I am seriously reconsidering my feelings about moving out to the country.
In other news, work is going well. There was an issue with my nemesis, which I was able to work out with the help of a good friend. And it worked out completely in my favor since my team leader suggested that I could move to the empty cubicle three cubes away as a solution. Which is perfect because I have wanted to move away from this woman for over a year. So, that was an unexpectedly positive outcome.
That's all for now.
She seems to be pissed off at us for something...and I think I know what it is. Last year, they had a housewarming ... I can't really call it a "party" because it was more like a "day" or an "open house". We found out about it via an invitation which was handed to us by his father at his father's house--and on the invitation was the notification that there would be a money tree there...
Tacky, tacky, tacky.
Well, we didn't go.
And I think she's still pissed off about it.
We had been invited to have Easter dinner at their house last year, and then the "house warming" and since then...
Nada.
We were not invited for Thanksgiving, Christmas or Easter this year.
We had the kids here, of course for Thanksgiving and Christmas, so that was good--but I know that her family and Gregory's father were all invited over...and it would have been nice to have at least been asked...you know?
Today, we did nothing because it seems the abrupt and drastic weather change has been playing havoc with Gregory and he has some crud. So, we couldn't have gone anyway--but again--it would be nice to be asked--or at least acknowledged.
It didn't help my state of mind that I talked to my sister, brother and mother today at my sister's house enjoying the holiday in the company of people who love and care about them. I was so jealous and upset I could hardly speak. I literally had tears streaming down my face and was reduced to speaking in grunts. (Mom, Beth and Jeff--totally not your fault, nothing you could have known about and I did appreciate talking to you--honestly.)
I told Gregory later that I don't even care anymore if we build a house out there. In fact, I don't think I even WANT to build and live out there anymore. Those people don't seem to care about us, or want to spend time with us. (The last time Gregory's "friends" went camping, they didn't even bother to call him.) We haven't heard from any of them for months. I think that Gregory is as upset about the lack of communication as I am, but he hides it better. In many ways, I wish we hadn't moved from Ft. Lauderdale.
Why would I want to move out of Murfreesboro and out to the country? At least here, my son and his family are five minutes away, the job is five minutes away and we are in the middle of a vibrant, active city.
Now, I do want to move to either a house or a different apartment, but I am seriously reconsidering my feelings about moving out to the country.
In other news, work is going well. There was an issue with my nemesis, which I was able to work out with the help of a good friend. And it worked out completely in my favor since my team leader suggested that I could move to the empty cubicle three cubes away as a solution. Which is perfect because I have wanted to move away from this woman for over a year. So, that was an unexpectedly positive outcome.
That's all for now.
