Now I’m eating chocolate [July 23rd, 11:00 pm]…
… because I’ve had a bad day and I’m upset.
As you already know, Jimmy and I are busy looking for a house, where we can live together. This is stressful. Remember that lot of land I told you in the last post? Okay, well, forget it. It was a hoax. The owner tried to con us. But that’s another story and another blog post. I barely have time to work, have a shower, eat something and sleep. We are visiting houses, making calls… So I’ll explain that another day.
Anyway. I must admit I’m stressed. Maybe that’s why today I got angry with my in-laws. They don’t know I’m angry with them (hey, sometimes I can be a really good actress!), because I managed to bite my tongue. But if they start to state their opinions about the houses we are visiting, saying they don’t like them or other kind of criticism… I get angry. I appreciate people’s advice. Really. I like comparing points of views. But only when I ask for it. If I haven’t asked your advice, then it’s because I don’t need it or because I don’t want to know your opinion. As simple as that.
And when I’m extremely excited and happy about something (such as a house),
(and you know that), please don’t start saying you don’t like it. Because I canNOT assure you I’ll keep calm. Probably I won’t. So you better shut up. Have I asked your opinion? Nop. So why are you so busy body? I know I’m young. I know I have lots of things to learn. I know you are older and have more experience. Maybe you’re trying to help. But I’m sure that when I need your help I’ll let you know. Meanwhile, stay away. Because I don’t know how I will react. Today I managed to bite my tongue, when my father-in-law told me that one of the many houses Jimmy and I have seen (and it’s our favourite) was too small, that he prefers we live in a certain suburb, and that we must look for a house with certains characteristics (roof, type of house, number of floors…). Excuse me? Have I asked your advice/opinion? Hmm, no. So what are you doing? Do you want to see the dark side of your daughter-in-law? Because I have one, I swear, and I don’t think it’s a good idea. This is just a warning.
But instead of saying that, I just looked away, took a deep breath and smiled.
Oh, and then I muttered “well, I’ll take that into account. But we like that house. We like its characteristics…”. And then he interrupted me, criticising again “our” house, trying to convince me to buy another kind of house. One he likes.
Are you kidding me? Because we won’t buy your dream house. We’ll buy OUR dream house. One we really like. Maybe you don’t like it. Well, I’m sorry. WE will choose and eventually buy OUR future house (and we’ll live there). So I don’t think it’s my parents or my parents-in-law’s business.
Oh and you know what? When I got into my car, I crashed my car into a pillar. And while I was driving, the left headlight of my car fell.
It’s been a great day…