Japan was beautiful. It was a pity I didn't get to fully breathe it all in. There were issues to be dealt, Noa to be missed. Good thing for cameras. Helps with the memories.
I'm having trouble handling the MIL. Mainly because, a lot has been tolerated.
I tried to communicate. Thought the reason why she apparently keeps saying the "wrong things" to me was because I didn't communicate enough. So I responded. She countered. I end up biting my lips.
I tried to ignore her so called casual comments. Gets to me after some time and I implode. I call them (her so called casual comments) irresponsible.
So now I'm trying NOT to communicate. I'd say hi. Greet mornings. Maybe a thank you if I feel grateful enough. But I'm not responding to her casual comments.
"You gave him too much noodle."
. . .
I may let out an exasperated sigh. I may conscientiously bite my lips. But I'm not responding. No "oh yeah?" No "oh I didn't realize..." No "maybe I'll take some."
I am starting to believe that she actually hates me. Probably jealous of the fact that I married her favourite son. Probably feeling lonely.
But I've played the niceness enough. It's not appreciated. So I'm just gonna stay away. Play ghost in my own house. Get out if she's in.
I'm nice. But I'm not that nice.
