She’s a Vampire

For those who clicked expecting a dark novel about an actual vampire, I do apologize. I’m talking about my MIL, who happens to be an emotional vampire.

I’m not sure if emotional vampire is even the right term. Energy vampire? All I know is her constant chatter over the last three days has worn me right out. She’s also oddly superior, kind of competing for Sean’s attention. It’s very odd to me. I think that part of it is she’s trying to be a mother figure to me, but to be honest…I have a mom. I also have a handle on my life, and if I needed or wanted advice I would ask.

We still have a very odd relationship. We’re still trying to feel each other out, know how to react to one another. She is very…authoritative, and expects that what she "suggests" will be done. Well…that’s not me.  You’re in MY house, I will live my life MY way. The end. I’m polite, of course, but also firm.

She’s been rubbing her diet in our faces again, to the point where Sean and I feel uncomfortable eating around her. She waved her blood sugar monitor (with blood still on it, ew) in front of Sean’s face yesterday to brag about her numbers and how she had "beaten" diabetes. Am I proud of her? Yes. Am I proud of this behavior, acting like a thirteen year-old with a new pair of shoes that she has to show off? No. I think my look of horror made her subdue herself a bit. I’m now sitting on the couch ignoring her while Sean plays X-Box and she…pouts, I guess? I don’t even know. She’s in the dining room, which means I can’t see her. I’m ok with this.

So, after three days, I am exhausted. Like, can’t keep my eyes open.

I’m trying really hard for Sean. I know he just wants us to get along. And I love him enough to swallow my pride and bear it once every few months. But I’ll be damned if I’m moving to Boston (which she tried to get us to do already); more than once every few months and I may just start slapping her silly. No, I never would, but it feels kind of good to say.

She and Sean’s godmother also subjected us to twenty minutes on why we should have babies. Ew. It’s nice to know they like me enough to want that from Sean and I,  but….noooo.

I ended up skipping the gym the rest of last week. Le sigh. I had anticipated going Wednesday and Friday. Wednesday was game night with Tim, which went later than expected. Friday they FINALLY got me started on my new (old) contract, and I could start working…at 3 pm. I worked until 10 pm. I barely want to talk about that, suffice it to say that I am working again.

The facility in Virginia expects to have a laptop shipped to me by the end of this week, so hopefully I will continue work uninterrupted.

If that is the case, I can get back to the gym possibly tomorrow night. I don’t want to go tonight because I’m exhausted (bad reasoning, I know) and because Susan will follow me there and lecture me (again) about how important a healthy lifestyle is (again) for Sean and I (again) and how I need to get Sean on-board (again). I find this to be completely legitimate reasoning to skip it for tonight and go tomorrow.

My car went in the shop today. Ed is going to get back to me with an estimate. Apparently my catalytic converter is starting to shit the bed. I’ve taken to calling it either my catastrophic converter or – my favorite – my cataclysmic converter. Appropriate.

I just hope it isn’t too much. Thankfully the security deposit checks from the old apartment should be in Sean’s mailbox. I will force him to check tomorrow. That should cover the repair…I hope.

I think I’m running out of mundane things to talk about. 😉 Just had to do a MIL emotion dump. I’m very glad we have our own home back tomorrow.