It has been over a year since we’ve seen my brother-in-law and his nasty little wife. Most days I don’t think about them or their issues, but today isn’t one of those days.
In case you aren’t following, my BIL’s wife has some type of mental condition whereby she can’t function in proper society and doesn’t take accountability for her own actions. They have pills for that crazy bullshit, but she’s continuously getting pregnant (Lord, I hope it’s not genetic), so she can’t take the pills. Everyone in the family except for us excuses her behavior because she “can’t help it”. We’ll ignore the fact that someone with such severe mental ailments probably shouldn’t have a gaggle of children.
Anyway, back to the point, last weekend my brother-in-law reached out to my husband and invited him to his birthday party. Yes, apparently grown ass men do have non-milestone birthday parties. Cute, no?
During the awkward and unexpected invitational message, he did not address the whole blocking us for the past 14+ months thing. Or the not telling us about their latest child thing. Or the conveniently commanding the entire family to not tell us baby #4’s name. Nothing. He just acted as if they were old friends that hadn’t seen each other in a while because of some oversight. Haven’t heard from you in a while. That’s what he had the balls to say. HELLO EINSTEIN – YOU CAN’T HEAR FROM SOMEONE WHEN YOU’RE BLOCKING THEM AND DEMANDING NOBODY TELL THEM ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR WHEREABOUTS, FAMILY STATUS, ETC.
Points to me though – I totally called it. My husband saw his name on caller ID and was hopeful that his brother had called to address the situation from the last year+. I said no, he’s probably inviting you to his birthday so he can get a gift.
Normally it feels good to be right. This time it was just sad.