The title explains it all: My MIL is moving back to the region where husband and I live. We are state line to her home state (and mine), so she will be uber close to us. NEITHER of us is excited or looking forward to this B moving back with her mother (who is also not excited).
She's not a job type person, and already told GMIL she cannot get a job because she's unskilled. She's not even 60 yet. The unspoken truth is she is going to wait for her mother to die and leave her the trust fund she's expecting. It feels like a page from a fundie soap opera because I cannot even with the amount of laziness bullshit from her.
I'll have more updates later. She's supposed to be back by October 1st, but we don't know if she's going to cancel and try to "work things out" with her abusive, bipolar, alcoholic husband (for the second or third time).
In case you were wondering, my MIL is nowhere near fundie or even religious.
When you have an anxious client do not say, "I didn't say that."
Multiple times now. Bad customer service... This lady is out of touch with my current reality.
I was going to attempt to navigate straight around her but alas, manager is doing a mountain to coast run.
Damn. If I can't get out of here then problem solve! Find strong people to move the toilet out of my functioning shower and I will be able to use it! 🙄
Yesterday when orange Voldemort declared himself the chosen one I thought of sassy (movie) Harry Potter.
”She only likes you because she thinks you’re the chosen one!”
”But I am the chosen one.”
And then I hated myself for the comparison.