We have the parents-in-law staying at the moment. They arrived about a week ago, and the positive and happy atmosphere lasted exactly four nights this time. I think that is better than last time.
Hublet and I decided to make a conscious decision to make an effort and avoid conversations that lead down that slippery and depressing slope of doom namely pol tics and immigration. The sure fire way to know when the ugly beast is about to rear it's nasty head is when we get a 'well, I was reading in the Daily Telegraph...' and a little 'shoot me now' voice screams in my head.
OK, we all know that as people get older they become more set in their ways and opinionated, but the hublet's dad especially takes this to a new level. I noticed that by Sunday night the negativity and sarcasm was back, the superior arrogance was back on display... and well, it gets boring doesn't it? Especially when you know that's it back, and they have another week being with us. It's a shame, because hublet's in a really bad place at the moment and potentially, though hopefully not, up for losing his job in the upcoming cuts.
Monday night I was out with work, and hublet took them out for dinner. You can tell he probably got the usual battering, and came back deflated. Last night when the conversation started on one of those 'remember when' this or that happened, and then about how naughty, horrible and all the other negative stuff he was a kid (I honestly don't believe a word of it, the more I know both sides of the family) I just got up and left the table. Went and watched telly on my own.
My thing is they, and especially the dad, seem to revel in putting the hublet down, and when things don't seem to be going right (banking sector right now) it feels like schadenfreude on his part, he enjoys the fact that hublet's having a hard time. I think it's jealousy, but in any case it serves no healthy purpose especially when they bring up stuff in the past that they weren't happy about it. Get over it! Jeee-sus.
I walked past the balcony last night while the three of them were out there chatting, and it kills me to see hublet, shoulders slumped, listening to their 'advice'. Hublet's siblings are fine, in one way or another they depend on their parents and I guess that this makes them closer. However, between the two of us we just depend on each other and I think that irks his parents. We're doing fine, we get on with whatever life throws us and we honestly don't need anyone's advice.
If you haven't got anything nice to say, seriously don't bother saying it.
Hublet, on the surface, has the patience of a saint. He takes it all, but inside he is simmering. He's in a place I can't reach him at the moment, and I know it's the stress from all the uncertainty at work, so the last thing he needs is a little chisel tap tap tapping away.