My mother-in-law is a perfect stranger to me, and that's a problem. To make it worse, from what I gather about her from Stephen, we have almost nothing in common. I play viola, she knits and sews. I can't sew, and I'm sure she can't play the viola. She's excellent at math. She likes camping. If I could have it my way, neither of those things would exist. There is one thing we have in common though, and that is non-communication. Yeah, it's bad.
There are two reasons for this:
She doesn't talk. I can understand. I hate small talk and idle chatter as much as the next guy, but I don't think it's that. She just doesn't ever share how she feels, let alone how she feels about anything. At least not to me. She might not be inclined to talk to me. She might just have no interest in a real relationship with me. Or, perhaps, she is scared.
That's my reason. It's not in the sense that I'm scared to share my feelings, it's in the sense that she used to freak the bl**dy H*ll out of me. Like I've said before, I have G.A.D. and a lot of it stems from people. Some people are more triggering than others. She just so happens to be one of them.
It's truly unfortunate, and it's something I'm trying to change. Good news? We're having dinner together sometime soon and, while it surely won't fix everything, it can only help. Baby steps.
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