I had my ex in-laws, ex sister in-law and her 3 kids here for the week. They are nice people and honestly they treat me nicer than they used to when I was married to their son. But I really am not in a financial position to be hosting them.
For one I had to turn down 4 clients this week with people that were also on vacation and wanted to take advantage of their time off. Then I made 4 full meals for them and paid for a lot of snacks and beverages. I was gone half the time and they did take the kids out and spend on feeding them. But add in all my expenses: including just their water usage and paper towels and plates, the wear and tear of freely using my minivan the entire time and so forth and the $40 they gave me at the end felt like a slap in the face really.
I guess I could look at this as if they feel like we are still such close family that the imposition was totally normal and justified. I’m going to chose to look at it that way; because otherwise I’m going to seethe. I can’t even say if I was in need if they would help me. They aren’t currently in a financial position to be generous. Or why else would they have forced themselves on me? They were the ones that told they they could only afford the airfare and needed accommodations. In retrospect maybe they could have stayed with my ex father in-laws sister in Colton; where they spent Thanksgiving.
I, of course, offered up my house not to be a martyr but because I knew how much my children would love it and they indeed truly all did; even crying today at their departure. But just don’t get me started on all the laundry from the bedding I have to do today. It’s fine. It’s fine; really. It was nice seeing them. It was nice having the luxury of being with my boyfriend knowing my children were happy and safe those days. I hate to even complain.
Truthfully the worst part of all of this is having to admit my mom was right when she told me before they even came that I needed to back it of it; that I couldn’t afford it and it was too much of an imposition. I hate it when she’s right!!! Guess even a broken clock is right twice a day. Lol. She won’t let me live this one down. I can see it already.
She said to me “you’re too nice; you don’t know how not to be” with scathing bitterness dripping off every word as if it was the worst insult she could possibly hurl at me. Maybe it is and I’m just too clueless to grasp it. Lol. It is what it is. I am who I am. Moving on.