Christmas fun, or lack there of.

My boyfriend’s Mom is a nightmare.

(Christmas Day)

We are supposed to get up around 8 am as his aunt and cousins are coming over for breakfast.  Then, something I don’t understand is we are packing up all of our presents that are under his mom’s tree and taking them to his cousins house to open them there… Then bringing them back. I do not understand it or like it at all.  I am actually incredibly annoyed because there are a shit ton of presents.  I mean does it make sense to haul them there and then back?!

Not to mention I am dying to see Mitchell open his gift.. An Xbox One 🙂 

Christmas Eve wasn’t too bad. Again, just annoying. I am one who hates doing a lot of running around. We arrive to his Mom’s house, and then Mitchell just HAS to fix her chairs right then and there. So we go to Fred Meyer. Ask me how much FUN Fred Meyer was on Christmas Eve in a big city. So then we go back and fix them. Immediately after we go to his Dad’s (parents divorced) to do Christmas with him and his whole family. It was interesting also. I made us leave early because I really wanted to go to mass at 7. So we opened presents and then pretty much left. We got back to the house after mass and I am SO excited to get comfy and lay on the couch. But no. We need to go do Christmas lights.  So put  my clothes back on and we venture out in the cold to look at these lights… Which actually one house was wicked cool haha.

So THEN we get back and I put my Jammie’s back on. Yay right? Get to relax and watch tv for a couple hours. And JUST SIT which is what I had wanted to do since December 1st.  But THEN his Mom decides that she wants to show us all 300+ of her Disneyland pictures.  At this point it is midnight.  I may not be doing this story any justice, but the morale of it is his Mom needs/wants SO MUCH attention all of the time.  I was getting really irritated just because I was exhausted.  Mitchell was too.

Anyways back to Christmas Day. We go downstairs after just waking up.  And shit goes downhill QUICK. 

First of all, his Mom came around 8 am and knocked on the bedroom door asking us if we wanted Starbucks.  Mitchell replied no for the both of us.  I was fine at the time, was barely even awake.  So we go downstairs and Mitchell’s Mom, Marlene is her name, says, "I didn’t hear if you wanted Starbucks or not this morning?." I said, "Oh I’m okay!  Thanks though!"  And then, she YELLS, "WELL WILL YOU PLEASE ACT LIKE YOU LIKE IT SO THEY DON’T FEEL BAD FOR BUYING IT FOR YOU?"

Are you kidding me?  

Merry Fucking Christmas.  I just couldn’t believe it.  So she runs in the kitchen and starts bawling.  Rachelle, Mitchell’s sister, follows her into the kitchen.  I hear Marlene scream, "I CAN’T DO ANYTHING RIGHT, I FUCK UP ELLE’S DRINK…" and is screaming and crying.  Then runs upstairs.  Mitchell is just embarrassed.  She screams more from her bedroom while Rachelle went up and tried to talk to her. 

The thing is, his Mom is supposed to be this sweet, innocent, churchgoing woman.  But I see her as an unstable, drama and attention seeking person who is stuck at age 16.  I’m not even kidding.  She acts like a fucking child.  I had cried that morning to MItchell while still in bed because I really  missed my family.  It’s hard being away from them for Christmas, and to be in his Mom’s cold and crappy house while she’s acting like a two year old just really made me feel uneasy. 

I must sound like a huge bitch right now.  I don’t mean any of this maliciously.  It just wasn’t fun for me to deal with, this is more of a vent session. 

Continuing on…breakfast time!  Mitchell’s aunt and his cousin with wife and two kids come over for breakfast.  Marlene and Rachelle make a egg casserole thing with potatoes and whatever.  What’s funny is they bring the extra Starbucks that was "supposed" to be mine, and even though I was just trying to be nice earlier, I totally would have drank it.  But of course she seriously guards it with her life…lol.  Not even kidding.  Like she made a comment, "Well Elle doesn’t want it so we’ll just have to find someone who does!"

At this point, I’m like I’m just not gonna roll with shit. 

So we sit down for breakfast, and Mitchell’s cousin’s wife makes a comment about how she doesn’t eat eggs.  She’s a hippy who doesn’t eat…anything.  And doesn’t let her kids eat anything either.  So Mitchell’s Mom starts dishing her up and then the wife says, "Oh no thank you I don’t eat eggs while I’m breastfeeding!"  Mitchell’s Mom grabs the eggs off her plate WITH HER HAND.  Scoops it all off the table including the utensils and the napkin in an incredibly vicious manner.  She was clearly upset.  She goes into the kitchen and everyone is just looking at each other like… what is going on. 

Ugh. 

Oh, and can’t forget this gem of a comment.  She works at Bath and Body Works as a saleslady…. which is why she doesn’t have a lot of money and can’t afford much and always asks Mitchell for money.  I just got done working as an Event Manager for a conference center, then start my new job in Catering Sales for the MLB team in my city.  I will have 3 weeks of work off as my new job doesn’t start until January 8 and the conference center is closed until then.  However, up until this little break, I averaged 70 hours a week over 6 to 7 days a week.  I had absolutely NO break.  It sucked.  Not to mention my job involved moving tables, executing 4 to 5 events a DAY, staffing, managing a staff of 10+.  

Anyway, Mitchell’s Mom makes a comment to me saying: "Well unlike you, us folks that have to make a living working every day…"

Are you fucking kidding me AGAIN?  Don’t even TELL ME about hard work.  I’ve had a FULL TIME AND TWO PART TIME jobs for the last 3 years.  I work until 11 pm then a lot of times have to get rig

ht back up at 5 am.  This is my first break I’ve had since last Christmas!!!  So when you make that comment to me because your life is so hard at fucking Bath and Body works and you have to work the day after Christmas as 75% of most Americans do too, forgive me for wanting to hit you in the face.

Oh, and I worked retail at the MLB park.  You want to tell me how much fun it was working retail for a Major League Baseball team during GAMES?   A fucking BLAST.  

I just don’t think it’s fair.  That she just constantly gets to act like that.  Like a child.  And no one calls her out on it.  I was THIS CLOSE on Christmas Day.  Going up there after her little fit and saying excuse me.  I’m really missing my family and to be around this negativity is just bull shit so knock it the fuck off. 

I called my Mom after Mitchell’s Mom’s first episode and was tearing up.  I told her I couldn’t deal with this.  She reminded me to be strong for Mitchell and imagine how he is feeling.  She was right.  So I tried to put on my best face although it was incredibly hard.

However, I did tell him how I was frustrated with how she was acting.  He said he completely agreed and that as time has progressed, he’s learned to not give into her dramatic episodes.  I never talked bad about her, but I did say the work comment hurt my feelings. 

Not to mention, I’m afraid to have her around my future children.  Mitchell’s cousin’s wife took the baby away from her because she set the 5 month old on the FLOOR with the dogs and the cats, and then was letting him suck on her finger after she did dishes and went to the bathroom and stuff… it was disgusting.  I do not want my kids to have that going on.  Not to mention with her overall batshit craziness?  No.  That is DANGEROUS for a growing young mind to be around.

I would never say any of this to Mitchell because it’s his Mom.  I know that not all families are perfect.  I love his Dad though!  His Dad is great, as well as Rachelle his sister.  It’s just… I honestly cannot stand his Mom.  I think she has a sweet heart and kind soul, but she really needs to grow up.  I can’t be around her.  The constant tears and temper tantrums are just too much for me, especially since I come from a Mother who is incredibly strong, independent, and I’ve only seen her cry 3 times in my whole 26 years.  Mitchell loves her, and I love her in a weird way, but I just can’t do it.  I will for him though.

Thank you for letting me vent.  If you read this, thanks.  Lol.  If not, that’s okay too, it’s a long and personalized story about how I don’t like my mother-in-law which is quite common in this world.

Hope everyone had an absolutely wonderful Christmas, Kwanzaa, Hannakuh, holidays, whatever else 🙂

Much love,

-Elle.