8-31-23
The last day of the month didn’t give me any trouble.
I started late to accommodate Marie’s mom. It’s odd. They offered for us to move in with them for years and we always declined since we didn’t want, nor need, the offer. They always made their comments about it, but they always ended by saying the offer was always on the table.
Now that we took them up on it they resent us. Or maybe just me. It’s hard to tell sometimes. And it’s hard to tell if it’s really resentment or just frustration. I don’t think they really thought out the reality of us living with them.
I say all this because, after the other night when Marie got yelled at like she was a child, she stayed home to watch Emerson the next day. And she did that because her mom didn’t want to watch the kids anymore. But the whole point of us moving in was so we could save and didn’t have to worry about childcare.
It’s just frustrating. I try not to take the situation for granted, but when it’s always thrown back in our faces, and has shitty double standards, it feels less like a blessing and more like a chore.
There’s not going to be a right answer, and the solution will never come. Not unless Marie’s mom undergoes a serious mental and emotional change, and I think I’d put money down on something a little more probably happening.
We have a roof, my kids have a bed, and we’re not dead. Not much more I need, I suppose.
Love you mom, dad, sis, kitty, Emerson, Amelia, Marie
-E.B.
Ed Boy 