Tomorrow I am house hunting again. I am so excited because it means that I will finalllllly be out of this basement apartment in my MIL’s three family building. (I feel like Chris Elliot from, “Get A Life”). I am appreciative that rent was low because I was the super of the building. (I feel like Schneider from “One Day at a Time.”)
However, there was a price to pay…
NO privacy as the walls and ceilings were thin.
NO privacy as I felt my MIL’s eyes upon me even when I could not see her.
NO privacy because, quite frankly, I hate to tip toe around here and only feel relief when I am not home and/or rounded the street corner without seeing her. Without incident.
I am a very easy going woman who had earned her way through life and lived alone in the big city well before moving here. So what happened? A transient place to live between overseas work turned in to three years of helping the MIL around her home. Was it worth it? NO.
There is no price for freedom and privacy.
And just when I think she is not paying mind to me, she always proves me wrong. The other day she mentioned, “I saw you come home after midnight. You can’t do that as a mother. I really worry about my grandchild.” She had NO idea I was JUST moving my car to bring it closer to the home so she could step in it easily the next morning for her doctor’s appointment I was taking her to.
So, it is HIGH time I “get a life.” And see this new year as “one day at a time.” And get the hell out of here ASAP.
Any of you have any experiences with MIL or other in-laws or just plain old family like this? DO TELL.