My in-laws have been really great in a lot of ways, they have made me feel welcome and have been very generous with letting me stay with them and helping me adjust, etc. The trouble is that now, after 4 months, it's starting to wear a bit thin. I really thought that DH and I would have our own place by now, but since I am STILL not working, we can't afford it. And even though MIL is still very nice, I know that she talks to DH about me behind my back, that she thinks my taste is too expensive (she has a point there, but I'd rather have one nice thing than ten cheap ones, which is her preference), that I could get a job in admin (like hers) if I just tried, despite the fact that I have no admin experience and the market is glutted with qualified people applying for those jobs, that I'm untidy (another fair point, though I do try), etc etc, and I'm really starting to feel like a burden. If she'd just talk to me about the things that annoy her, it would be OK, but the not-mentioning-them turns them into huge big deals and I start to feel guilty about being who I am and like I need to tread lightly all the time which is going to become intolerable if we have to stay here for months and months. She's always asking me questions about what DH and I are doing, and questions about my activities, and questions about my plans and our plans and our finances, and it's like she's all up in our business all the time! And she's always so negative. There's always something wrong with everything, and I'm getting tired of agreeing with her negative comments out of politeness. I could handle all of this, though, because she really is a nice person, if only I didn't have to live in her house and see her every day. I just need a bit of space and privacy, and everything will be fine. But I worry about ruining my relationship with her before we can manage to move. And to top it all off DH doesn't really understand what my problem is. He has lived with his parents off and on all his adult life, and though his mother gets on his nerves, he's used to her and he doesn't get why I'm so adamant to move. Part of it is that he's hung up on the idea of staying here until we can buy a house, which will be half past never in this economy, with me unemployed. But I'm starting to think it would be better if we just rented a hole in the wall somewhere, at least we'd have our own space. I'm constantly torn between being very grateful for her generosity, and wanting to get the h3ll out of here! Not fun.