A visit at last… November 6, 2010

I honestly can’t remember if I’ve spoken much on the subject of my MIL’s relatives. In short, I don’t like them. They’re a passive-aggressive bunch to the max and habitually stuff their closets with skeletons. They speak in code to each other and everyone else and have a pretty knarly set of double-standards.

For several reasons, FIL moved his family very far away from his and MIL’s (they live in the same general area). A good 3-4 hours away. Apparently life became a lot more peaceful for them once they did. Sadly, MIL seems to think that her sibling practically walk on water. They know all and can do no wrong. And yet, not one of them bothered to visit MIL while FIL was sick. Worse, they decided to tell MIL that her mother was critically ill on the day of FIL’s funeral despite the fact that they knew about it for six months.

Could it be worse than that? Oh yes, one of them actually said to me, “You can’t imagine how hard it is to see poor Mother get her blood drawn for all those tests.” This, after I had to witness 2.5 years of FIL getting blood drawn, chemo treatments, blood transfusions, many lumbar punctures and spinal taps, ports, stints and worse.

I tolerate them only for MIL’s sake.

There is one exception. One sister (and her reluctant husband) actually seems to care. They made the effort to visit MIL and did so this weekend. So bravo to them! (Seriously)

One down, four more to go.

The bums.