my life, my pace

So my cousin-in-law is coming from the other side of the country to stay with us next week—all the way until mid-August. We’re going to have quite a full house here. Now, I don’t have any problem with him or his parents because I’ve never met them, so they couldn’t have possibly done anything to wrong me. Besides, his mom was very generous with her wedding gifts to us. But I do have huge issues with my sister-in-law, who took it upon herself to mess up our wedding, blamed us for the fact that her family has never pretended to come straight out of a Hallmark greeting during the holidays, and got on our case for not being her mom’s servants. And now there’s cousin-in-law. He’s coming here for the summer because he needs to complete a research project as part of a requirement for a class he takes and I happen to work in a lab and he was desperate because he couldn’t find anyone who would take him in closer to home. When sister-in-law found out that I had saved the day by getting him into my lab, she was upset that she couldn’t take the credit for it (even though she couldn’t have done anything about it since her job has nothing to do with science or labs). And now that it’s almost time for him to come, she’s insinuating that I don’t know how to take care of him—seriously, she said that she’ll come to our house and cook for him. Because I’m going to let him starve? I haven’t even let not-so-dear brother-in-law starve yet and I can’t stand him. So why exactly would I let cousin-in-law, who has never done anything to me, starve? Besides, she lives 600 miles away from us, meaning that she would come here for the express purpose of trying to swoop in and play the hero. Pathetic, huh? You know what’s more pathetic though? The fact that my husband let her say this and didn’t dress her down for it. He won’t stand up for me and demand that they treat me with simple human decency. They’ve all decided that they don’t want to deal with me, so they go to him in order to go around me. I’m sorry, but we’re a package deal—you can’t just ignore his other half. But that’s exactly what they’re doing. Because they know that I would never stand for any of their crazy shit, they just go through him. What makes them think that they can do that? Because he lets them. I think I married a sand person. Excuse me now, while I go call my sister-in-law and give her a piece of my mind because my sand person husband can’t grow a pair and stand up for his own wife.

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