By no fault of my own, my mother in law lives with me.. Not technically, because we have completely separate houses.. they are just connected.. they share a common wall... a thick security door.. (which she ironically has the key for) ...
I can go days without seeing her, but her presence is always felt. My husband married me.. Me. the girl who hates to cook.. and only cleans once or twice a month. The girl who doesn't know you should wash a chicken before you cook it.. (who knew??) The girl who jams the washer with every color imaginable.. (including white and dark) .. and uses clorox excessively..
His MOTHER makes it very clear that I am not good enough for her boy. (see photo above) I come home from a hard draining day at work to this. A pile of his neatly folded clothes in my kitchen. This tells me two things... I have failed her boy yet again.. and she was in my house.. :(
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