MIL...hard to explain

I hope you all had a very happy holiday stretch. Whatever you may celebrate, I hope it was joyful for you and yours.


Now back to the bubble.

When I left you last I told you all about my FIL and today I need to tell you a little about my MIL.

My MIL is one of those really quiet women who when she speaks you listen because she doesn’t speak that often.

When my hubby and I were first married, and I mean first married, she called me because I spent the night out. The call came in at 7 am after coming home about a half hour earlier. The hubby had worked at the same business as she did and complained because I didn’t come home.

Let me back up a little because this sounds like I was this horrible person.

Hubby was going on a long haul and was leaving at 2 in the morning to set off to New York. He left me at a bar with some friends and left me reliant on someone else for the ride home. I didn’t want to go home to an empty house where I was going to be all by myself in the dark. So when my ride made no move to leave I didn’t push it. Remember, this was newly married and I had never lived anywhere but home and college.

Anyway, the call came in just after I got home. This was the last time she attempted to be my mother. She called and said, “Did you have a nice night out?” I said “yes”, she said hubby “was worried and that bothered her.”

At first I was a little shocked that she would call me and then in the heat of the moment I told her that both my parents were still living and her son chose to marry me and if he were worried he needed to speak to me and not have his mom do it. She told me I was right and it was never brought up again.

Since then she and I became friends as well as family. We taught me how to play golf. We golf a few times a year together. We play cards together for money and for not. We have vacationed together. Things have always been just fine.

I am not sure how this sweet woman could have been hooked up with as an angry young man as my FIL but she did and it has always worked for them.

My MIL had a mother that was some sort of angel as well so maybe that is it.

But something that never happened before now has happened. She won’t talk to me anymore.

Just before Thanksgiving my MIL came to see me on Saturday morning and asked me to play golf with her at this turkey shoot. Two days later she called and said that she was not going to play with me that she was going to play with me because she had asked her friend Val first. I asked #8 to play with me and he asked a friend to play. This put me back into a situation without a partner so #5 played with me. We had a blast. But here is the kicker. I showed up that morning and MIL was without a partner. She had no one to play with because Val was rushed into the hospital. She had known this for 3 days at least. She didn’t call. We would have figured it out for her.

Anyway, then the whole birthday fiasco took place and when I talked to my hubby he had no answers knowing full well that she always felt comfortable talking to me.

Christmas Eve has always been a night with the in laws. We have switched back and forth at the different houses over the years and this year was supposed to be our year. We offered and said whatever would be easier. FIL said it would be easier at our house unless the weather was bad and then they wanted it at their house. We were fine with that. Less than 24 hours later the hubby came home to tell me that it was at their house. No explanation, he showed up there to pick up Butter and the next thing he knew his mother told him Christmas was at their house and she would explain at another time.

We still don’t have an explanation.

*shakes head and shrugs shoulders*