Good evening! It's Sunday! I should be watching football.
Nope. SIL --- my husband's sister --- the Queen Ditz of Planet Narcissism --- texted him out of the blue.
In a nutshell, her message was "Oh how sqee-adorable that your wife is going to try to walk a 5K next month, she's so brave, in her place I'd just go into a care center so my loved ones could havev their lives back"
Hubby stupidly texted back, "WTF is that supposed to mean".
Annnnd the texting war is on! Thumbs are flying! Clicks are clicking! Beeps are beeping! Phones are... well, doing whatever they do during a texting session.
It's like watching an invisible tennis match. Ping! tap-tap-tap. Click! Pause. Ping! Tap-tap-tap. Click! Pause....
So far, all we know is, my SIL resents having to do anything to help her kid recover from another follow-up surgery on the leg that broke b/c SIL won't feed her kid enough unless her parents (my parents-in-law) or social workers are breathing down her neck about Nutrition for Dummies. E.g., you can't make a kid live on kale and soybeans. But hey, SIL is still a size 6 in blue jeans! (OK, I'll go there.... her jeans size is the same as her IQ....)
Cheers, y'all, Hubby's gonna need liniment for his thumbs when the Texting Marathon is over. Also, he needs a translator. He didn't know what STFU means. Oh boy...
someone please help me :’( I need someone to talk me through this please. Preferably male.. please
I think it's just this time of year, ya know. It will be 11 years on Friday, the 19th...11 freaking years that I've tried to forget. So much good had happened in those years, but I just can't help to think that that one experience in my life influenced so many decisions... Decisions that I may never have made if it weren't for the douchebag. I dunno. It's in my mind. At least I'm admitting it....