So, we had my son's baptism on Sunday, and it went pretty well. We had it at a Catholic church, but my wife has no intention of staying at a place which does not accept our family (aka our future family).
Anyhow, it's getting rather difficult to deal with the in-laws, the direct ones anyway. I thought things weren't going too bad on Sunday, when they came over for a party afterward.
Now, before I tell you what was said, let me explain the relationship I have with my friends. I have a group of great friends, all of whom are very accepting of me. We are all like brothers and sisters. During the course of the party, I sat on my one female friend's lap, and another female friend, and a male friend and I made a sandwich on the couch. It's just how we are. We're all very comfortable with each other, and know that the love we have is sibling, not otherwise.
Well, come Sunday night, my sister-in-law is texting my wife, and tells her how "inappropriate" my behavior was, and how she would never stand for it if she caught her boyfriend sitting on another girl's lap. Well, I'm sorry you have trust issues (major trust issues btw, I wish I was kidding), but that's just the kind of friendship we have.
To sum up what she said, she basically told my wife that she should have been offended and told me to knock it off. Well, my wife didn't like that, and told her off. She hasn't heard from her sister since.
Then, the next morning, she is telling her mom how her sister acted, and her mom said that she and my father-in-law felt the same way. Well, my wife went off on her too, saying that it is our house, and our friends, and they cannot tell us how to act in our home.
I'm just about done with them honestly. You say nasty things about me, treat me like a criminal, and I still treat you like family, I am friendly towards you, I invite you to my home, and this is the thanks I get? Unbelievable. Well, their strikes are running thin if you ask me. If they say the wrong thing, they might never set foot in my house again, and I know how my wife feels about everything. They are stepping on shaky ground.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Reflections pt 2
I guess it's been a little while since I updated. I had meant to update only a few days after my last post, but things got busy. Since then, Thanksgiving came and went, and it's now December. I have to say, Thanksgiving went fairly well. I don't know if I mentioned it in my last post, but we went to my wife's house for the holiday, and I wasn't feeling all too comfortable at first. However, my FIL and MIL were pretty cordial about everything. My SIL, well, she said some things to my wife that got back to me, but I'm starting to see that she has had a problem with me since before I came out. To be honest, I'm not all that surprised. But, those kind of people, well, they just need to face reality. Yes, the situation isn't ideal, but it's not going to change if she wants it to. Oh well.
I'm sort of drawing a blank on memories today, at least things that give me an "aha!" sort of feeling. I've never cared much for sports I suppose, as far as playing them. I suppose that doesn't really count for much.
One thing that does come to mind is bathrooms and gym. In middle school, we started what some kids dread, having to change for gym class. In my gym class, I was the only one who was terrified to be in my underwear in front of other guys. It wasn't like there were people there who were jerks either. I remember many of the guys telling me it was ok, and "we all have the same thing," as though to make me more comfortable. I suppose now it could have been a precursor of things to come.
Also, when middle school started, there were bathrooms that were shared by the whole school (in elementary school, for most of it, we had our own bathrooms for each grade. Well, I never felt comfortable using urinals. I always wanted to go into the stalls, and I would actually wait for one if I had to. One of my friends at the time was teasing me about it once, when he and I were in the bathroom at the same time. It makes sense now, I suppose.
I do remember in high school, if I was outside at night, I'd try the old wish on the first/brightest star thing, wishing to be a girl the next morning. Of course it never came true, but I guess I thought at the time it'd be that easy, and that my parents would just think they'd always had a daughter, and not remember their son. Boy, if only I'd taken care of things back then. It would have been so much more simpler, with fewer people involved. But, things work the way they do for a reason I suppose.
I think that's all I have for now. If memories pop up, I'll put them in my posts.
I'm sort of drawing a blank on memories today, at least things that give me an "aha!" sort of feeling. I've never cared much for sports I suppose, as far as playing them. I suppose that doesn't really count for much.
One thing that does come to mind is bathrooms and gym. In middle school, we started what some kids dread, having to change for gym class. In my gym class, I was the only one who was terrified to be in my underwear in front of other guys. It wasn't like there were people there who were jerks either. I remember many of the guys telling me it was ok, and "we all have the same thing," as though to make me more comfortable. I suppose now it could have been a precursor of things to come.
Also, when middle school started, there were bathrooms that were shared by the whole school (in elementary school, for most of it, we had our own bathrooms for each grade. Well, I never felt comfortable using urinals. I always wanted to go into the stalls, and I would actually wait for one if I had to. One of my friends at the time was teasing me about it once, when he and I were in the bathroom at the same time. It makes sense now, I suppose.
I do remember in high school, if I was outside at night, I'd try the old wish on the first/brightest star thing, wishing to be a girl the next morning. Of course it never came true, but I guess I thought at the time it'd be that easy, and that my parents would just think they'd always had a daughter, and not remember their son. Boy, if only I'd taken care of things back then. It would have been so much more simpler, with fewer people involved. But, things work the way they do for a reason I suppose.
I think that's all I have for now. If memories pop up, I'll put them in my posts.
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