A-hole.

Disclaimer:  No offense meant to those who might take my smart alec-y title as making light of any program or disrespect towards those who participate in such program(s).

Just for fun I wanted to volunteer a bit more generic info on myself - y'know, beyond the outdated profile one liner that intentionally tells you a whole lot of nothing about the a-hole behind the name.  

If it wasn't clear by now, I'm long winded.  Succinct is not in my exhaustive list of charming qualities so pack a lunch. Browsing that list you will find sarcasm several times, however.  

She should've been a rancher.  She has yet again proven herself skilled in the arts of milking her martyrdom and fleecing her community.

Schools closed.  Shelter in place.  C19 cases rapidly increasing along with the number of deaths.  You get the picture.

BM asks SO if he "could use chocolate milk."  She has, well, a(n unnecessarily ridiculously) large amount.  Date is for this weekend.  They are from the school.  Y'know, the school that is providing curbside pick up for those in the student body facing food insecurity during the pandemic.

My MIL drives me bonkers.  We might be a little lax on the boundaries in my family of origin but the concept of boundaries is more or less nonexistent to MIL.  Her extra special brand of matriarch is such a foreign concept to me.

I've kept her at arms length over the years because she rubs me the wrong way but more importantly she made it very clear to me by way of words and actions (that she thought I'd never know about, or probably more accurately never considered I would) essentially declaring me a second class citizen in my own relationship.

SO and I have had some "just how blind ARE you?" conversations around MIL & BM faaaaamily antics.  They are seemingly constructive conversations but I'd be a liar if I said I didn't wonder if he recognized just how little he truly understands about my position.

And then something beautiful happened.  A split second glimpse into what it must feel like to be me.

SO was at some talent show nonsense for the golden child.  My drama llama backstabby MIL was there because she has more or less taken on BMs responsibilities up until bedtime.  Gross.