We went to his brother's house yesterday for a party. It was pretty good since only the siblings and an aunt from out of town (the reason for the party) were there. I had a long talk with his SIL about the situation at home. She kept interrupting me to tell me how bad it was to live with the MIL - as if I didnt know that. I wasnt sure if that was just self-absorption under her current situation of living with the MIL or if she didnt want to hear what I had to say. I decided it was the first since I persisted and she became involved in my story.
She was very supportive. She couldnt believe what he said about our youngest. It hurts me even to think about it but I cant stand the thought of everyone believing this big facade he wears - Mr Nice Guy - she even told me in the beginning that staying with him wouldnt be too bad because he is a kind person. I had to enlighten her on that.
I dont know what I had hoped to gain by telling her except its a relief not to have to pretend. I wouldnt respond anymore to his pretense of caring that he pulls at parties - here, have some of this food, and other little things - a thousand words more than he ever says at home to me. Or the kids.
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