I propose we stop with this whole “his family IS your family” stuff, too. You know what? I have a family, and while I like my ILs and am especially friendly with my SIL, I didn’t meet any of them until I was 29. By then I was a fully formed adult with family, friends, coworkers, interests, experiences, traditions, etc. DH and I have basically adopted the best of each other’s traditions and family connections and family expectations, and leave the rest. So no, I will not be going on every camping trip with my ILs, because I don’t like camping, but I do love their holiday traditions. I do not need to be close or make an effort with DH’s particularly weird aunt Because Family, just like he doesn’t have to feign closeness with my rather aloof brother. |
I'm sad for you, OP. You sound like a really ugly person inside and very unhappy. You may think that your post makes you sound strong but it really makes you sound petty and weak. Instead of trying to provide balance in relationships by equally honoring your parents and your husband's parents, you've chosen to act in a way that is ungenerous and spiteful. Your poor children. You're modeling for them narrow-minded and vindictive behavior. What an ugly person you are inside. |
Huh. So after 29, you have determined that you will never, ever have new friends? Well, God forbid anyone ever try to make friends with you. I'm sure they'll be happy once you clarify with them that you are already "a fully formed adult with family, friends, coworkers, interests, experiences, traditions, etc." They'll be relieved. |
Where is your diatribe for OP’s husband? You know, the one who hasn’t prioritized his family from the get-go? |
This is bizarre. If you have a relationship with your sons why would you need to say that? Did it make you feel good? |
New friends? Of course. But you know what takes time and two-sided effort to develop? True friendship. You know what takes discernment and choice? Selecting your friends. So I have become very good friends—to the level of family—with some of my husband’s family members. But I keep my distance from some (like one of his weird, alcoholic cousins), and I don’t feel the need to pretend some instant connection. My relationships with my husband’s family members have developed organically over time. I didn’t suddenly expect my SIL to become “my sister,” and because she and I never put that weight of expectation and instantaneous connection on each other, guess what we became? Close as sisters. |
I do these things because I want to, not because it's some kind of burden. Maybe next time don't marry into a family where any of this feels like a burden? |
The real issue here seems to be the example OP and her husband are setting for their own kids. If the father doesn't have the decency to care for his own mom, what does he expect will happen when his kids grow up? What does OP expect will happen? |
Why do you have to be a B? Many of us didn’t know our in-laws well when we got married. Maybe when we were choosing life partners at 25 we didn’t think about “who’s going to send this woman birthday cards in perpetuity because we were talking about kids and careers and grad school and how we felt about religion and debt and social issues. I got lucky and married a man who shares the load with childcare and household chores and didn’t realize until later that he was perfectly happy leaving all the cards and Christmas shopping for extended family to me. Like OP, I figured it out and let my H handle all that. It means his sisters get lame Harry and David gift baskets every year but that’s what he chooses. And Facebook birthday notifications remind him to call. LOL. |
Same. I made it pretty clear early on he's responsible for his family and I'm responsible for mine. |
I like how you quickly pivoted to also chastise and question OP’s husband now that you have been called out on your blatant sexism. |
The internalized misogyny is deep with this one. |
I’m not the Op. But… “equally” honoring my in laws, who I met as an adult and see a couple of times a year, to my mom and dad, who raised and cared for and loved me? That is an insane expectation. It should be their son who ensures they are honored. |
This. Right. Here. |
| Please try to show some compassion for those of us who don’t see this stuff right away. Societal pressure is insidious, and we often don’t know how much we absorbed. Growing up, my mom exchanged letters weekly with her mom and sister, and later my dad’s sister. They’re the ones who send the birthday cards and Christmas presents and wedding gifts. My mom subtly pressed my SIL on why she and my brother never sent thank yous for their wedding gifts. We didn’t always have role models for men doing this kind of work. So don’t hate on OP for coming to it later. There are plenty of women (and men!) who never get it at all. |