Thursday night we went to Roosters for nickel beers. It was so busy and so packed that we actually ended up leaving early and going back to my parents house. Now when I say my parents house, I don't mean we went back and hung out with my parents. My mom and dad have a house in Flagstaff, and they live and work there during the week. They come back home to Mesa on the weekends. So its still their house, they are just never there! My 19 year old brother has this fabulous party house all to himself. Lucky Bastard!
So anyway, we went back to my parents house, drank my brothers friends beer, and then took a magical trip to Fili B's. It brought back so many memories for Ciji and I, it was fabulous.
Friday we went to Salty's to meet up with some friends and fam, had a few drinks and talked- a lot.
My mother in-law lives at the Scottsdale Waterfront. We spent the 4th at her house eating, drinking the best sangria, and watching fireworks from her rooftop pool. It was pretty money.
Sunday we all went golfing, and it actually wasn't too hot. We didn't play like it wasn't hot, but whatev. We had fun!
Drunk picture, taken from my cell of fireworks. I thought it turned out cool! :)
So now its back to reality = summer school, work, and lots of annoying things going on. I am still struggling with a lot of resentment I have towards Mikes family. Even though we are married, and almost 3 months into being married, people are still treating us like kids. I feel like we are constantly getting jipped because we don't have kids and are the youngest. For example, this coming weekend is Mikes birthday. His first birthday we are spending together as a married couple. I was so excited to finally be able to make all the plans, tell people whats going on, and be in charge of planning a wonderful day for him. I got to plan mostly everything, except make dinner reservations. Dinner at Flemmings was my idea. So when I get an email from my MIL that says "blah blah blah I'LL MAKE RESERVATIONS.." naturally, I was pissed. Lady, you have had plenty of time to be in charge of Mike's life. Now its my turn, move over.
Was the sentence in all caps really necessary? I know that she was a single mom, I GET THAT. I know that her and Mike have this special, unbreakable relationship, I GET THAT TOO. But when the hell do I get to step up to the plate and be number one? I sound like a whiny baby, but for fuck's sake! I have been dealing with this for over 5 years. I honestly thought things would change once we got married. I know I don't contribute all the time like I should. There is only so much I can do while going to school and working at the fucking piece of shit toy store 25 hours a week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAHHHHHHHHHH! So I do my best; I clean, I sometimes cook, I try to come up with fun things, and fun trips for us to do, and I always, always, always have his back. I try my best dammit, and never in my life has that not been good enough, until now.
I just don't know what to do. I am so frustrated. It makes me resent his family, and more importantly, him. Am I making a big deal out of nothing? I don't feel like I am. I have had these feelings for years. If it were as easy as casting them aside, I figured I could do it by now.
BREATHE! I am hoping that this weekend will go by smoothly. I have to get through one dinner with her and thats it. See how horrible its gotten? I don't even want to celebrate my own husbands birthday with a certain side of someones family (lets be real, we all know who I am talking about, I am just trying to be a little nicer) This weekend is supposed to be happy and a celebration and I want nothing more than that for Mike. I feel like this is the calm before the storm, and things are about to get much worse. I said previously that I have never been the type to hold my toungue, and in this instance, I have. But you can only back a dog into a corner for so long before they lash out and bite.
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