Oh Lord.
How I have needed this thread.
I realize that I have it fairly easy compared to some of the horror stories out there (The giant hairball and the nudey MIL) but still. There are times where I literally feel like I am going to suffocate and die. Like I cannot live one more day in that damned house.
DH and I moved to England about a month ago. Before we moved, we agreed to spend ONE MONTH living with the ILs so that we could look for a flat. I stipulated the one month agreement, because I knew that if it was any longer it would damage my relationship with them, and I didn't want that, as I used to like my ILs.
So, we are now five weeks into living with them, and it is like a switch has been flipped. We've had an awful time finding a flat, although we think we've got one, but it's not available until the end of December, which means we've got to stick this month out and I just feel like that is the worst thing ever, but we really have nowhere else to go.
My FIL has turned into Mr. Hyde (or whichever one the evil one is) and will now simply flip a lid if you do something to displease him. For example, they had relatives coming into town tonight, so my husband and I are staying at SIL house so that the relatives can sleep in the guest room that we were staying in. Originally we were only going to stay one night here, but the relatives are going to be here for a few more days so we decided to just stay at SIL so that we can have a bed. So we tell my FIL this in the afternoon, saying, "Don't worry about it. We don't want to cause trouble or make the house too busy."
Nearly seven hours later we get a call from my MIL telling us that FIL is upset because he rearranged a room that all of our stuff had been in and put an air mattress in there for us AFTER we told him that we wouldn't be staying there. We specifically said DO NOT MOVE ANYTHING in that room, as it's fragile. However, he's seen fit to pile ladders and other hardware on top of our belongings, and has now moved it all aside to inflate an air mattress that we will not be sleeping on. And he is deeply offended by this, and I know that there will by hell to pay tomorrow.
My DH is Chinese, but born in the UK, however his parents are from Malaysia and moved over here over 20 years ago. However, the Chinese traditions still run strong, and I am expected to respect and obey those traditions and customs, and if I don't I run the risk of mortally offending someone. It is exhausting. I don't mind other cultures, and I am excited to learn about it all, but there is absolutely NO give and take. I can't even cook for everyone, because they won't eat it unless it is Chinese food. Dear God, I have eaten more rice than a white person should eat in their entire lifetime.
Add to that the fact that they chew and talk with their mouths open, turn the tv on while I am working (I work from home) and then try to ask me questions and have deep conversations with me, disrespect my DH and treat him like he is five, get offended because I don't do this or didn't say that...
UGH.
I could go on and on and on, and I will probably do this in the future, but I can't go on tonight.
Thanks for listening, and pray for us. We need this flat to come through ASAP, or I will be moving under a bridge.