So, you know, we're besties and stuff.
:)
In the months since, I've heard through the grapevine that another relative has told other people (including Mr. Perfect) that they got really mad at Monstro about how she treated me, and that it was not to happen again.
That's all fine and dandy, except for the small detail that no one has actually said one word to moi about it. Nada.
Whatevs. I didn't expect that they would...I just have to keep training myself to deal with this bunch of whack jobs. I mean dearly-beloved family. Ooopsies.
Anyway, I was
I plastered a big smile on my face, faked my warmest, most enthusiastic voice, and in we went. Who was the second person we encountered? You guessed it. Monster in all her glory.
She proceeded to give Mr. a BIG hug and oh, she was "SO" happy to see him. And then she saw me. Her smile turned to ice and fell off her face... you could hear it shattering into a million pieces as it hit the floor. "Oh." ...the "it's you" was implied.
No hug.
No nothing, really.
Didn't look at me. Wouldn't sit in the empty seat next to me at dinner, which was next to her husband. Didn't talk to me. Basically didn't acknowledge my presence. Which is fine. At least we're all behaving like mature adults, and I know the score.
Ha.
Haha.
And when we passed out the gifts that I'd had all wrapped and ready at Christmas when Mr. Perfect got sick? She declined to acknowledge hers. Didn't even raise her hand to take it from me...so I just left it on the nearest flat surface, gave her a big smile, and got the h*ll outta Dodge. (Mr. Perfect was actually really cute and passed out most of the other ones, but he wanted hers to come from me to see if that would make any difference..... We tried.)
Good times.
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