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Emotional Breakdown: Commence
Last night I had it. I snapped. MIL is driving me so crazy that the tiniest little thing just made me break. It started off with H and FIL ganging up on me for not having a study schedule because I tend to study for exams a day or two before they happen and I tend to do assignments within the week that they are due. They were like ripping into me and for a while I was defending myself and taking it until I just couldn't anymore. I said "Thank you" and left the room briskly. A few moments later, H came into the bedroom to apologize because he didn't realize they were laying into me until I left. He said "Did you notice the calendar today? It's Pick On Jamael Day." I asked if he meant Sh!t On Jamael Day and he said, no just Pick On Jamael Day. It made me smile and I was over it.
As soon as we left the bedroom, MIL told me that I gave her the wrong phone number to her dad's ex-girlfriend. She had called me earlier in the day to ask me to look up this RANDOM person's phone number right this instant because she had a feeling it was this person's birthday coming up. I scoured the house looking for this stupid old address book and gave her the phone number I found with it. She came back last night (right after I learned it was Pick On Jamael Day) and said "You gave me the wrong phone number. Nicholas, I want you to call this person for me." He said we were on our way to go get dinner and he didn't have time to call her, plus SHE'S the one that wants to talk to her. Well, she's looking through the address book and finds the number that I found. And says, "Well that's not it." Then on a different page finds another entry for the same person with a different number. I had walked away at this point and she calls me back to show me the right number. I was livid. I had said quite loudly, hoping everyone would hear "Wow, so it really is Pick On Jamael Day."
We got in the car to go to dinner and I was a hot mess by the time H got in the car behind me. I'm am FED UP with her stupid requests, and then she doesn't even appreciate when I do them. We bought her the wrong computer, the song she asked us to buy her was the wrong one and go get the right one, I don't care if it's 10:30 at night and it just rained- go cut the grass, you got me the wrong phone number of the random person I wanted to call- how dare you. I am SICK OF IT. I just wanna tell her to go eff herself.
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Thanks toothpastechica. And I agree, I just operate differently. I'm doing more than passing, I'm getting 100% in all my classes so far. And the more I dwell on my anger with MIL, the more stupid requests I remember and the more I realize how self-centered she is.
Ok, this isn't productive. I need to move on. But thanks for listening to the childish vent :-)