- 7 years ago
This morning, FCIL and her daughter stopped by the house for a moment (she wanted to borrow FMIL’s carpet cleaner, which is the only reason she was speaking to FMIL). I did not go downstairs while FCIL was here. Fiance did, though. Apparently, FCIL asked Fiance if she could borrow our air mattress because some of their friends were coming to spend the night. Fiance told her no.
When he told me she’d asked to borrow our air mattress, I was pissed! How dare she ask to borrow anything of mine? The last time they came over, she didn’t even acknowledge me. FCIL and her husband NEVER ask Fiance and I if we want to come hang out at their house. Never ever! She doesn’t call or text me anymore. Nothing. Anytime Fiance or myself needs anything, she refuses to help us and acts like we’re requesting her kidneys.
Ughh, so on to the next annoying future in-law…
Many of you may be familiar with the story of my Future Sister-In-Law. The one who is twenty, but acts two? Yeah, her. She’s been staying at her friend’s house for the past couple of weeks. Sometimes she comes home for a little bit after work, but never stays. So, last night, the FILs’ took Fiance and I out to dinner at this nice little Italian place we like. Future Sister-In-Law was at work and as far as we were concerned, had no plans to come home. Well, two o’clock in the morning rolls around and the dogs start going beserk. For whatever dumbass reason, Future Sister-In-Law had decided to come home in the middle of the night. Then, all we could hear was the house booming because Future Sister-In-Law was stomping around, slamming cabinets, doors, and the fridge, then her whining. So, Fiance went downstairs to see wtf was up.
Future Sister-In-Law had come home and opened the fridge to see if we’d went out to eat (we always usually bring home takeout boxes). Everytime she comes home, she opens the fridge to inspect for takeout boxes (I’m not kidding). If she sees boxes, she flips out in a tantrum that nobody got her anything. Then, she proceeds to try to eat our food. So, last night, Fiance got downstairs in the nick of time to stop her from eating our food. I’d hidden ours in a bottom drawer, but I think she’s wise to me doing that because she always seems to find the food, anyway.
It was just a whole, huge commotion. Totally ridiculous and ruined my sleep for the night. When Future Mother-In-Law and Fiance told Future Sister-In-Law she couldn’t eat my chicken alfredo she got even madder and kept slamming everything and screaming… At 2 AM! I wanted to murder her! I am praying I make it long enough without killing her, until Fiance and I get our new place.