Monday, February 09, 2004

I don't really fear turning into my mother: my MIL, maybe. I'm not sure if she ever worked; certainly never since dh was born. and it seems to me she may have forgotten who she is and how to get joy out of life, terribly nice and polite as she is. she's so eager to please, to not be a problem, she praises people who "never complain".

sometimes I wish she would complain, get angry, take a trip away without FIL.

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