Oh the Drama!

I used to tell people I come from a crazy family. Yes, we’re crazy, but fun-crazy. My husband’s family is crazy in a whole other sense. We cannot have a family get together without his mother crying at some point. My sister-in-law’s teenage girls have to be smart-ass spoiled bitches at some point. My husband has to piss someone off with a rude comment at some point. Nobody has learned that every single person in their family has drastically different points of views on religion and politics and so that’s always brought up and argued about. And they all wonder why I provide the alcohol at every family function, acting like they never drink but are the ones who drink the majority of it. It’s not because I’m generous and want to share, but because I need it to make it through yet another overly dramatic BBQ/birthday party/dinner etc.

And such was the case last night. My husband’s step-dad and step-brother were in town visiting my mother-in-law. Sound weird that they live in different states and are married?? Oh that’s just the beginning, but I’m not going there today. We invited them and his sister and her boyfriend (free-loader, deadbeat, boytoy or all of the above) and her three (teenage) kids (one whose pregnant – another long story) over for a BBQ. What the hell was I thinking!! I obviously haven’t learned from the past family gatherings. But I did remember to stock up on plenty of wine for myself 🙂 I’m not completely clueless.

It all started out good. And in a blink of an eye, it all went bad. And I continued to drink. My mother-in-law doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut, and can’t accept the fact after 50-some years that others don’t share her points of view on a lot of things. Especially her son, who is not afraid of hurting any ones feelings when it comes to speaking his mind. My sister-in-law and her mother are constantly going at it about the kids. And my mother-in-law’s husband has to constantly get his digs in on how they’re all neurotic. Needless to say, no one lingered around long after dessert, which my mother-in-law took home with her since she brought everything for it.

Amazingly I wasn’t drunk at the end of the evening. But I was in bed by ten. In a million years, I never thought I’d say I miss living near my family. All of them. Because at least when we get mad at each other we just continue pouring the wine until we’re all crying and saying sorry for crap we don’t even remember, just so we’re all happy again. Fun times 🙂


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  1. * Kim says:


    I have no words. Just that I miss you and know that I would drink with you. Mightily. 🙂

    | Reply Posted 10 years, 10 months ago
  2. * Auntie Shell says:

    Oh please tell me more. you know if I was there it would have been even more fun!!!!

    Love you

    | Reply Posted 10 years, 10 months ago

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