- 3 years ago
- Wedding: March 1998
So – who are your favorite guests? Describe your worst company, and so on.
In my case, I’ve been married for half a year. We moved into our house 2 weeks ago. We invited my family over the other night and it was a great time. They raved about our place. Thanked us multiple times for hosting them. Thanked us for the food. They’re always polite and cordial to my husband, ask him questions to involve him, etc.
It’s like night and day with my husband’s family – primarily his parents. They came over this morning. My father-in-law takes some medication that makes most dairy items off-limits. I browsed a store last night looking for something quick to serve them – I found desserts made with margarine.
Look, I’d heard him mention he couldn’t have butter or milk. I never heard him say anything about margarine, and I took the stance of, “if he can eat it, great; it’s up to him to make the judgment call.”
I put on a pot of coffee. The in-laws came. I mentioned my concerns to my father-in-law, mentioned which items I saw on the ingredients list that might be a concern, etc.
He pores over the ingredients, then as soon as I walk back into the room, hurls, “There’s margarine in that. I can’t eat that. It says it right on the packaging.” That last sentence grated me most – like, “You dunce, if you could READ…”
I paused and answered, “I wasn’t aware that you couldn’t eat margarine. I didn’t think it had milk in it (apparently, some do, as I later learned).”
He continued bitching about this. Not even a token “thanks for trying.” Just, “Well, I’m not even going to risk it with that.” Great. I never forced you to eat it. I was OFFERING it to you. Just shut up, say you can’t eat it after all and let’s move on.
I hate it when his family comes here. My husband did speak up and reiterate that he too didn’t know his dad couldn’t eat margarine. But they’re so often rude and brisk.
I dread when his sister and brother-in-law roll into town, as we’ll most likely get stuck hosting them. They traipse in and out at all hours of the night, make plans and don’t keep them, and above all LOVE giving advice on how to do things. The last time my SIL was here, she started telling me which ingredients i should and shouldn’t buy, what she uses, etc. Look, lady, I don’t care.
She’s one of those people who thinks that because she’s married and has a kid, she’s a natural expert at everything. The fact that she could sign a marriage license and have sex doesn’t warrant automatic respect from me, nor deference to her authority. I can’t stand that constant superiority crap.
What about the rest of you guys?