So, apparently, not only because I uprooted my life and moved to Texas but because I served my mother-in-law a plate for Thanksgiving lunch, I am the evil underminer as far as that side of the family is concerned. Apparently, this show of compassion is unacceptable if it illustrates the lack of compassion in anyone else. Apparently, knowing how to take care of things like open wounds or broken bones or anything like thay is the mark of the devil.
What was supposed to be a pleasant morning with the in-laws turned into an aggressive shitstorm when I did… wait for it… what I was asked to do in helping this stubborn wound to heal (the one where my MIL had surgery to pin the bones after she broke her arm). She’s also throwing up constantly, but she hasn’t been taking her pain medication, so I figured it might be an ulcer… and we’re not going to be able to find out today because my sister-in-law feels threatened by me.
You’ll be glad to know that I didn’t evicerate her. Yet.
— Dawn Ellis-Lopez
“Only those that attempt the absurd, achieve the impossible.”