Today, after much arguing back and forth, my bio family is descending upon my house. Is it bad to say that I am not looking forward to it? *Head Desk*
That is not fair of me to say, I should be happy that they are coming and enjoy it … right? I mean … it has been a year since they were here and my kids will love having them here. <—– This is what I keep telling myself, but the dread of all that comes with them is overwhelming.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my grandmother, sisters, nephews, and my sister’s fiance, but my incubator (aka the woman who birthed me) is who I am worried about being here. It is her that causes all the issues. It is her that pits my sisters and I against each other, and it is her that bitches about everything!
Worst of all, it is her that causes trouble between the Dom and me. She will sit in her chair and bring up things that have caused us to fight in the past or compare him to my father and how much my husband is like him. She will keep doing that until I snap at her or start to believe what she says and snap at my husband … And we all know what happens we a sub snaps.
So … if you do now hear from me by Monday for MCM … I am either in jail for killing the incubator or still bent over my husband’s lap.
Wish me luck!