Don’t “hint” at me!

I have discovered something else that I really hate- hinting around. Why is it so hard for some people to just get to the point? I’m not really one for subtlety because, well, I’m not subtle. I think that if someone has something on their mind then they need to just say it. Quit expecting people like me to just pick up on you vibe.

Here’s an example. My MIL comes over and wants to tell me something. Does she just come out and say it? No, she plays with the baby and says stuff like “Wouldn’t you like to go to my house?…Don’t you think those (windows, toys, tables, etc.) are too dirty for you to touch?…Where are your shoes? We can’t go anywhere without your shoes.” The baby is 16 months old!!! She can’t talk yet!! All of her comments are meant for me to hear and act upon. Some of it is really rude, too, like when she mentions how dirty my house is. Ok, my house isn’t as clean as hers, but I have four people living in my house – she has two- and I don’t have a cleaning lady –she has two. I have a baby and she doesn’t. I’m not FLIPPIN’ OCD, and she is.

So, today she made her little comment about the shoes. I just had enough. I said to her “She (the baby) doesn’t know where her shoes are, so maybe you should ask me about them.” Hmmph, and now I’m supposed to feel bad because I hurt her feelings. She should have just said to me “Hey, how about getting the baby’s shoes and we can get out of here?”

Don’t get me wrong, I can get the hint. I have caught many many hints in my time. But I’m sick of the hints, ok. I just want someone to be direct, ask me a question or make a statement to me directly. In my family anymore it’s like everyone is so busy dropping hints that they don’t even know how to talk to me anymore. And I’ve gotten to the point where I completely ignore them. If they don’t have what it takes to just speak up then I don’t want to hear them make the noise.

And while I’m on the subject on my MIL, let me just get this off of my chest. Yesterday my husband, the baby, and I went to a Halloween party thrown by MIL’s office. When we were leaving I asked DH to grab the diaper bag for me- it was right behind him on a rack. Two seconds later his mother is telling him to take out the trash. He looks at me then looks at her and out he goes with the trash. It took him like one second to decide he’d rather not piss his mother off. That irked me so bad that I’m still angry with him. Doesn’t seem like a big deal to you? Well, you’re obviously not married to a mama’s boy. I thought I was marrying a man who had his shit together, was independent, and had a good future ahead of him. I’ve since learned that none of that is true. The only reason he does so good in his life is because his mother makes all of his decisions!!!! I’m seriously considering divorce, to be honest.

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