Doing My Part to Make People Cry...

So, the second person I made cry this week was the father-in-law. Nice, huh? I think the worst part of this whole afternoon is the plain, simple fact that I don't feel any remorse about making him cry whatsoever.

I know it probably seems to my in-laws that I am ungrateful, ungracious and mean. But I'm tired of just resigning myself to accepting things they give us. I don't want a house full of knick-knacks & other crap, and I don't want to be financially obligated to them anymore. I'm so sick & tired of owing them money... so they've got it into their heads that since Alex totaled his car, they're going to buy us a car & give him the one we have now. And they were bound & determined that today we would have a new car... probably because they're tired of driving Alex & his girlfriend around everywhere they need to go... so anyway, we go to this rinky dink little car dealership on the ass-side of Polaris, & look at the cars. I didn't even want to be involved in the first place, but Rob insisted that I go along. I did my best to just stay in the fucking car, and keep out of the decision making, but Rob basically begged me to just look at the car, meaning he wanted to hide behind me & let me be the bully. And I told them all that "I don't care. My only two needs for a vehicle are that it be small & good on gas. It could be 57 different shades of primer grey for all I care." I didn't want to sit in the car, I didn't want to go for the test drive - to me, it's pointless. I'm not driving it, so why do I give a fuck if it's comfortable. The m.i.l. kept pointing out the nice interior & good paintjob & how classy the car looked, & I kept reminding her that it doesn't matter what a car looks like, what matters is how it runs & how much gas it guzzles up.

The f.i.l. so wanted me to be in love w/the car, to say, "Yes, buy the car." I just couldn't. I tried to be civil, I tried to be gentle, but I really couldn't honestly say, "Buy the car." I kept saying, "It doesn't matter to me. Ask Rob - he's the one who's going to drive it." The f.i.l. so wanted me to really want the car, but I honestly don't care. And so he got to the frustration point where he started crying. And of course, the m.i.l. comes over, glares at me & tries to get him to settle down.

And now the m.i.l. is completely pissed off at us because we wouldn't just go along, play nice & let them buy this car... Rob didn't want it - he didn't trust it, and considering how the exhaust system was wired & duct-taped together, I can understand why. I mean, sometimes the devil you know is easier to live w/than the devil you don't. We know what's wrong w/our Olds - needs brakes. Yes, it has a primer grey nose, and it creaks when making turns like a ship in high seas, but it's a decent, dependable, reliable car. Why trade it for a car we don't trust?

The in-laws remind me of spoiled children... They always expect people to just give in & give them what they want, & they throw temper tantrums when someone throws a monkey wrench into their plans. I wasn't going to offhandedly agree to a potential lemon, & they should have known that. And I'm not going to take their side against Rob, because I was basically the deciding factor in the decision... "If Janelle likes the car, we'll buy it no matter what Rob says." I would have been the deciding vote...

I get so tired of being part of Rob's family. Everything they do is some sort of passive-agressive power play. It's obnoxious. I told Rob that if he ever got Parkinson's & it made him emotionally unstable like that, I will shoot him & put him out of my misery.

I need to get a custom t-shirt made that I can wear whenever we're around them: DON'T POKE THE BEAR.