The phone rings last night and I see that it is my MIL. Here is a portion of the conversation.
MIL: Are you all ready for Christmas?
Me: Well, I pretty much was, but then Dad went into the hospital on Monday. So now I have his shopping to do as well as finish up my own. (Background: my dad is terminally ill. He has conjestive heart failure and has been sliding very quickly the past three months or so)
MIL: Oh, dear. Is it his heart:
Me: It's pneumonia this time.
MIL: Do you think he'll be getting out?
Ok, so here is the first "What??" moment in the conversation. Let me just note here that she's not trying to be insensitive, she just has no tact.
Me: Well, I certainly hope so!
Seriously, the next thing she says is:
MIL: Well, I hope you're still planning on coming to (my husbands sister's house) after Christmas.
Me: Well, I guess that will depend on how Dad is doing.
I pretty much ended the conversation there.
Honestly, she's not trying to be insensitive or cruel, it's just her way.
But, that conversation was pretty much the worst one I've had with her. It was like all that mattered was the darned get together they have planned for the 28th. No matter that my dad who is dying is now in the hospital with pneumonia. No matter that my life (and as a result my husband and kids lives) is in turmoil right now because of it. Nope, just make darned sure you make it to the get together.
Needless to say, I was a bit put out. ;)
7 years ago