Passive-agressive scenes from my life.

I really and truly give up! I am just going to wash my hands of my husband's family and be done with it! Right now I am so P.O.'d with those effing people I could just absolutely bite a steel beam in to.
Our story opens this morning, at approximately 4:00 am with the death of my husband's Uncle B. Uncle B is married to Aunt H who is my father in law's sister. Really nice people. They had been married 50 years and Uncle B has been in really poor health for the past couple of them, and I had been expecting this for a few months because he was in a steady decline.

So apparently my sister-in-law T, calls around to m-i-l and my hubby and decides that she and my husband would ride up to Ohio with their parents.

OK-now notice I have left out myself , Paddycakes and T's husband D.

That's because all of these plans were made before I was even notified of the death of Uncle B.
When my husband called me and told me about the situation, he said, "I don't know what to do, I will only get one day paid leave. "

I told him that "even though he isn't blood he has been your Uncle B for your entire life, remember how he and Aunt H would take you places when you were a kid with their son?"

"Yes" he admitted.

"Well you can take a vacation day to add to it", I replied.

It seemed obvious to me.

Then he tells me that he and T will be riding up with their parents so they can save on gas.

NO its more like they want you to ride with them so that you will pay for everything-dear hubby! I didn't say that but OH HOW I WANTED TOO!!!

I coolly told him that I would be going too, and that on the way home we could stop in Newport and take Paddycakes to the Newport Aquarium.

"Well I don't think a kid should go to a funeral" he said.

"Are you kidding me? When we get there the first thing people will ask is 'Where is Paddycake?' We are southern, I have gone to funerals my entire life. Death is a part of life and he better get used to it now." I was getting angrier and angrier.

"Well, you are right. OK" he finally relented.

Later this evening I heard him on the phone with his mother telling her that Paddycakes and I would be going. Foiled her plans.

You know I have been married to Toddles for 15 years, you would think that we would be beyond all of this petty, stupid crap, with his family, but we aren't. Last year on Paddycakes birthday, they planned out that m-i-l, and f-i-l would take him to T & D's house to celebrate his birthday and give him his presents.

Toddles, my mother and I were not invited.

F%$& it people, I could expect this type of crap if Toddles and I were divorced, but we aren't.