Some background -- Before I ever came into the picture, my husband's family has had the routine of going to his grandparents' house every Sunday afternoon after church. The year I met my husband, I am sad to say, his beloved grandfather passed away from cancer. I never got to meet Mr. Isgett, but I hear stories about him weekly and feel as if I know him.
My husband works 3rd shift as a grocery manager at a local grocery store. Sundays he doesn't get home until 8:30 am. So, these days I take our 2 boys to his grandmother's house by myself. Well, my mother and father-in-law are there, and so are my husband's aunt and uncle. However, I still feel like an outcast. I am not truly southern as I was born in Allentown, PA. They remind me of this quite often. I dread Sunday afternoons.
My in-laws think that I am not capable of taking care of my children; or they disagree with how my husband and I are raising them. I wouldn't care if my husband defended me the times that he is there.
Today was not so bad. My mother-in-law who is the main culprit was falling asleep. Thank God for small miracles!
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