x1000000 Not your circus, not your monkeys, OP. |
| I have a good friend who like your ILs, OP. She is constantly overwhelmed by anxiety at never being good enough, which is expressed as the kind of perfectionism you describe. Spending that much time on appearances is, frankly, exhausting and doesn’t usually make for good company. |
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Learn to accept who you are, and how that affects you, and learn to like yourself, so that your children will like and accept themselves, too. Simple, but true. The animosity on this board, and the judgments, come from people who ere never happy in their own skin - they wanted to effortlessly be someone else, but that obviously ain't happening. |
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*Water (and misery) rises to its own level, OP. |
+1 My relatives like this are constantly stressed out despite having nothing to be stressed about. She is a SAHM with kids launched/in college. Lol. No clue why she is so stressed. Apparently shopping and tennis are very stressful when you add the burden of coordinating your weekly cleaners and planning vacations to unwind from all the stress. But their kids are thriving. Money and private school really make a difference in teeing up a successful life. But that’s them, not me. I don’t compare my life to their life. Life isn’t a competition. Just live your life and enjoy what you have. |
Yes but what if you want to be one of these people and don’t know how? |
I don't think this was what OP was saying at all. The way she described herself, sounds like she and her DH are well matched. Just like SIL and her husband are well matched. Just different. Anyone could choose to work harder to present more "perfectly," even outside of the money piece. |
| Appearances are deceiving. |
| Why is everyone saying this must be exhausting?? What is it you think the SIL is doing that is a big time suck? |
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We make good money, have a nice house in an expensive area, decorated it beautifully, have it regularly cleaned. We both dress nicely, I splurge on expensive skincare and makeup, get regular blowouts, etc.
This is not a stressful life. We have money and good taste. We are organized and somewhat disciplined but that is not stressful. If you like what your ILs have, it should motivate you to try to do a little better in your own life. Start small. |
Not always. Why not be happy for people and be inspired to do the same or at least live your best life? |
Money and private school and having b the luck to both be from functional families. I am pretty proud of my Type B life and home and kids given the amount of mental illness in both extended families. We may not have a restaurant reservation schedule or an oven schedule but I am really proud I made it through Thanksgiving without getting sucked into family drama. Helped some people mend some fences in the extended family relationship s and no one had a public tantrum\mantrum. So far, so good. |
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Op here. To be fair, my husband and I are also not exactly slobs. We both went to good schools and attended private school growing up. He has a masters degree, I am am working on obtaining mine. We...simply were not really in the income bracket for a while to live a "nice life." We rent in a nice area in Vienna but we haven't felt the need to decorate the apartment perfectly as we'd rather use our recent high income to save for a down payment. I adore nice furniture and art work and cannot wait to decorate my home one day!
My husband is a lot more laid back. He doesn't care about material things and insists we live on bare bones. Its caused major strife in our marriage but he is loosening up as we earn a higher income so I think he may be coming around. Neither of us were athletes so we certainly do not have perfect bodies. I am trying to work out more and would like to acquire a toned lean physique. Basically, I wish I had that life, as I want it. Badly. I feel behind and sad and jealous as I am many steps behind. |
| This just brought to mind something my niece wrote in high school. She was a real striver, super organized, tons of sports, ECs, APs, etc. Her parents were poor (both became disabled, my sister in her early 40s, my BIL in his 50s), their house was shabby and in a rural area that was eventually annexed by the city and zoned for future industrial use, which meant no new residential building or remodeling that would change the footprint of the house was allowed (not that they had the money for that). The piece she wrote in high school was about her house and how much she loved it, with the phrase "Never perfect" jumping out in one sentence. Most of her friends lived in gorgeous, expensive homes, but she loved the one she was raised in as well as the family she grew up in. |