Wow. No sooner than I post, W calls me to ask about what I was doing tonight. Is this crazymaking?
I said you were planning to take D6, D8, and girls cousins to dinner while S9 went to boy cousin and you didn't want to wait for me.
W says, "That's right." But boy cousin's mom (SIL who pressures W on MC) said he would feel left out, so W agrees to take him and S9--but that's too many kids for our van. So W wants to know when I can come home so we can take two cars, knowing that I would never get home by the time she wants to go out. I tell her the earliest I could get home (Putting aside finishing my work that this BB delayed :grin-- I rely on subways to reach my commuter trains, which requires advance planning and to make sure I provide enough cushion to make my commuter train).
W then "rants" -- this is why my life stinks. I just want to try to enjoy myself without any tension, but it's impossible. I try to please everyone and screw myself. And every person wants to judge me because our life is an open book (inferring that my reaching out to her family before DBing puts pressure on her) --when I sh*t, when I eat--everyone has an opinion. I can't enjoy anything--especially birthdays, Mother's Day, Father's Day--and I just can't. I have to be perfect. So when are you going to get home???!!! I said I could meet her at the restaurant as she earlier proferred, and she screamed, "THAT'S NOT WHAT I ASKED YOU!!!!"
She then said I'll figure it out myself and if I wait and you get here, fine. I said, "OK!" " and she hung up.
" and she hung up.
