- Oct 31, 2008
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I thought we were doing a good thing taking in my sister-in-law. She moved in with us in March, had her baby in May and things continued deteriorating with her baby's father the whole time (this stretches back to at least December although the guy has a track record of bad behavior long before that). He was abusive to her IN THE HOSPITAL, which we believe was documented. Then shortly after she was discharged he served her papers to establish paternity. She had decided to move home to NY with her baby and had booked a flight out with my mother-in-law and everything. I was glad of this cause it meant I'd have my house back after months of overcrowding.
Well the papers she was served said she can't leave the state so that blew up those plans, and her court date isn't until November. So then it was looking like she would be staying longer, and we were talking her finding a job and a small apartment for her and the baby.
Then out of nowhere I find out yesterday that she's been talking a bunch to the baby's father again and is now considering moving back to LA to be with him.
I'm really fed up with her, as long as I've been in the picture she's been just a long line of bad decisions. One after the other. And with this latest one I want to wash my hands of her. I said something to my wife along the lines of, if she (my SIL) is going back to that guy then she should leave sooner rather than later.
To me, going back to this abusive jerk is spitting all over the care and hospitality my wife has given her over the past three months. The only reason I agreed to any of this is because I love my wife and I knew it's important to her. But frankly I dislike my SIL, and she gives me the same discomfort that this mentally unstable former coworker gave me before she got fired. To the point that I don't even want to be in the same room as her, much less talk to her.
I'm just profoundly compassion fatigued at this point. I'm tired of people acting entitled to compassion and generosity. She's been warned about the baby's father, she knows exactly what kinda guy he is and what's likely to happen if she goes back to him. Now that she's been warned I shake the dust from my boots and want nothing to do with her anymore.
I'm at my wits end, I'm sick of having twice as many people living here as there should be. My MIL is a sweetheart but I'm looking forward to her and my stepson leaving on Monday. I want my house back. I want the only people who are using our stuff and rooting through our fridge to be us, the people who live here. I want the long showers and overuse of my washer and dryer to slow down driving up my utility bills to stop, after all I'm the only one under this roof paying for these bills.
How unCatholic am I being right now?
Well the papers she was served said she can't leave the state so that blew up those plans, and her court date isn't until November. So then it was looking like she would be staying longer, and we were talking her finding a job and a small apartment for her and the baby.
Then out of nowhere I find out yesterday that she's been talking a bunch to the baby's father again and is now considering moving back to LA to be with him.
I'm really fed up with her, as long as I've been in the picture she's been just a long line of bad decisions. One after the other. And with this latest one I want to wash my hands of her. I said something to my wife along the lines of, if she (my SIL) is going back to that guy then she should leave sooner rather than later.
To me, going back to this abusive jerk is spitting all over the care and hospitality my wife has given her over the past three months. The only reason I agreed to any of this is because I love my wife and I knew it's important to her. But frankly I dislike my SIL, and she gives me the same discomfort that this mentally unstable former coworker gave me before she got fired. To the point that I don't even want to be in the same room as her, much less talk to her.
I'm just profoundly compassion fatigued at this point. I'm tired of people acting entitled to compassion and generosity. She's been warned about the baby's father, she knows exactly what kinda guy he is and what's likely to happen if she goes back to him. Now that she's been warned I shake the dust from my boots and want nothing to do with her anymore.
I'm at my wits end, I'm sick of having twice as many people living here as there should be. My MIL is a sweetheart but I'm looking forward to her and my stepson leaving on Monday. I want my house back. I want the only people who are using our stuff and rooting through our fridge to be us, the people who live here. I want the long showers and overuse of my washer and dryer to slow down driving up my utility bills to stop, after all I'm the only one under this roof paying for these bills.
How unCatholic am I being right now?