|Because I am a harpy, or something.|
But there are others. Others who gamely chucked decades of love and friendship when confronted with an emotional scenario more nuanced than your average rom-com.
|Remember when Matthew McConaughey wasn't Oscar bait and|
only knew how to lean against beautiful women?
I am such a bitch that way.
|But, you know, I own it.|
Fast-forward to this week.
Spouse's sister (a different sister) is getting married for the second time, and far be it from me to comment on how she beat her first marriage into submission. Anyway, spouse's mother demands that spouse attend Trainwreck Part II, so he flew to New York today.
He insisted that I pack his suitcase for him, by the way. And I complied, because in a few weeks I will no longer have to feel terrified of defying his wishes, but I'm not there yet.
|Eight weeks, you guys. Eight weeks.|
Even longer story even shorter: He said his sister (the one who cut me off) would be flying to New York in a couple of days and could pick up his shoes from our house.
But instead of Bitch Sister contacting Precocious Daughter to coordinate the pickup, I received a phone call from the brother-in-law, who asked if he could pick up the shoes and "have an audience" with me.
I reluctantly agreed.
|Shown here: reluctance.|
I'm pretty sure my point was that I miss my nephews and hope they are doing well.
His point was that...
I have no fucking idea what his point was.
He asked me if I remembered kissing him. (I don't.)
He said he tried to "advocate" for me. (Bullshit detector goes off.)
He said "sorry," but I have no goddamn clue what he's sorry for.
Bottom line: My spouse will have dress shoes to wear to his bitch sister's second attempt at a marriage.
|Not going there, personally.|
And I helped by having a ridiculous WTF conversation with someone who shit on my head and apparently wants me to tell the world I'm OK with it.
Here's my position. I forgive everybody. But I won't give permission to abuse me to people who abused me in the past. I'm not giving out peace coupons; find your fucking own.
Congratulations to all.
May you be happier than your words and deeds made me.