Re: I don't like the type of wife I'm turning into, :(
I woke up feeling really sad. And angry. And guilty I want to hit her and scream at my husband for not allowing me take the dog because "it wasn't our problem" because I think the dog could have been saved if taken to a vet. My guess is she needed to change her food to a specific diet that was more friendly to her physically (due to not having teeth) and biologically (she was an extra small dog and small breeds aren't always OK at eating cheap grocery store brands). [Aside: I have a small dog and she eats anything so I'm not hating on basic brands, but as a pet owner you should be able to tell whether or not what you're giving the animal is working. If they're throwing up constantly, clearly that product is not working!] The last issue is that she refused to surrender the pet. When she was complaining about not having enough money (due to just having a baby) to take the dog to the vet I told her the Humane Society will take the pet (as a surrender) if she goes and explains herself. "I'm not giving up my dog," was her response.
So, to the poster who told me to be a less judgmental and more open (or whatever) my answer is no. The dog was the last straw for me. I'm tired of trying to like them. Tired of trying to figure out what's wrong with me for not liking them and how to fix it. They don't deserve that kind of attention or effort. They're almost inhumane. (Don't even get me started on how before his mother killed herself she racked up credit debt and tried to cheat on their dad.) Now? I'm just going to work on indifference. I'm just going to work on a way to let them exist without letting them affect me.
The problem is, we're supposed to visit them later. I don't want to. All that happens whenever we visit is hours go by and I ask to leave and my husband says, "ALREADY?" so I'm made to feel like a ***** for wanting to get out of there. Don't even get me started on the food they ordered. I can't eat it. I'm on the toilet for days so I have to roll up with a salad looking like an absolute ass. We'll also end up sitting on the floor because she doesn't have furniture. Why am I the ass for not wanting to eat crap? Or to sit on the floor? It's not like I can sit on my phone and drown them out, either. He doesn't like that. But we're not talking about anything, either. Usually just gossip about neighbours. It's so unfair. His other sister's husband dislikes them all as well and he never goes to any of these things, but if I don't my husband gets so upset. Why even want me there when I clearly don't want to be there? Why can't he just let me stay home without it being a big deal? Why are my reasons to want to stay home and not see them so invalid? If we only saw them once a month I coul dhandle myself, but every other week, sometimes every week is too much.