We leave for Miami to catch a plane for Peru in 3 days. I have a glorious 18 days off of work, and am seriously considering not going back. But in this economy, that would be pure stupidity. Just have to find something better, right?
My sister in law moved out on Thursday and got married on Friday. She announced the engagement on Valentine’s Day. I hope this isn’t the mistake I think it will turn out to be. Honestly. I pray. Given her situation, I wish she’d fallen under the spell of a US citizen, but I can’t judge that. I wish she’d given us more notice instead of just throwing us into a financial black hole. M took the car from her (his car) and is going to sell it when we return. I have a bonus coming on March 14th. I have vented until I am blue in the face trying to make sense of the entire thing, but I can’t. She didn’t even tell me she was moving out; last I knew she was staying here until we came back. We weren’t invited to the wedding and when I got upset that no one told me she moved out (MIL told my husband, I expected him to tell me) my MIL said that my SIL was embarrassed. I would be embarrassed if I was marrying someone that everyone thought was controlling, but I can’t imagine sneaking out the back door with no “see you, have a nice life” or anything. My family wasn’t overjoyed that I married young (they’re over it) but I was never embarrassed about it. I also can’t imagine not at least inviting your mother, who is in the same city. My MIL is lonely, and I feel so sad to see her with no one. We try to spend time with her, but she gets we’re married and want to spend time alone too. I feel like she is hurt, but can’t be mad at her daughter because that would hurt everyone even more. I found a way for my mother to be at my wedding, and she lived 1300 miles away. It was important to her. And I can’t believe, no matter what anyone tells me, that being there was unimportant to my MIL. It was important that she be there for her youngest son’s wedding (my husband). My parents didn’t speak Spanish and she didn’t speak any English, but it was still important for her. So, I won’t buy it that it was not important this time. I will buy that my SIL knows we disapprove because hey – he told her if she ever cheated on him he’d break both her legs and put her in the hospital. My husband got upset and confronted the asshole. He came into our apartment ONCE in two years. He must have picked her up when she left on Thursday, and apparently he waited downstairs, like he was waiting for a delivery, not taking a young woman from her family. No, he didn’t violate us, but the whole lack of respect in this entire situation kills me. Manners have been thrown out the window, respecting the people who have done so much for you has been forgotten…and a part of me is still scared for her. Scared that he will find reasons other than her cheating. But I can’t do anything about it, and I wanted to at least maintain contact with her, but with her sneaking out the door like she would return in a few hours – I don’t know if she’ll allow that. Or him. The person I knew a year ago is gone, replaced by someone I do not understand. Someone bizarre, and it as if she is a puppet on strings.
I need to talk to get it out, but I find myself talking about it constantly trying to find some sense in the madness. But I do not find any sense, I only find myself in a maze filled with dead ends. I can’t get out. Mirko asks me not to be mad at her; I am not. I am just sad for her, and wish she could have found a modicum of respect (if not for me, for him) in herself. And the ability to respect herself. Or I wish her puppeteer could have found some. I am just hurt. Her entire family realizes she is acting bizarre, and there’s nothing we can do about it. I should accept that and move on, but when things don’t make sense to me, I have such a hard time.
Have not finished much in the way of knitting. I am still working on the baby blanket for Ana. I hoped to have that finished, but I hate baby blankets. I’m almost done with the Monkey socks in Artsy’s Prom Dress v2.0.
Most importantly, we live for Peru on the 27th. Spend 5 days in Lima, about 5 in Cuzco, then come back to Lima for the rest of the trip. I have never been so excited. We have three suitcases full of gifts, so that means lots of room for yarn on the way back. Glorious, glorious yarn.
