My nephew’s naming ceremony is next Sunday. I made the mistake of mentioning to my husband what my mother is going to gift. She is going to give a really exquisite piece of jewellery to the baby. Hubby started mumbling something about how we are never going to have such an occasion.
There is a joke about a man who complains to his mother in law that her daughter doesn’t work properly. The mother in law replies that the guarantee period is over and the manufacturer is not responsible!
Except that this is not a joke for me. My husband indeed blames my mother for giving him a ‘defective piece’. He thinks my mother hasn’t done a good job of raising me because I am not good at housekeeping or preparing a variety of dishes. On top of that infertility and its related depression isn’t helping the cause.
Earlier this year I was feeling good and optimistic. But again of late I am back to feeling miserable. I feel like I have swam more than half way and close to my destination. Instead of reaching the end, I am drowning.