Forceful family members

 


I hate it, the people living with me, I just don't feel connected with them from my heart. I feel I am so bad when I see myself from their thoughts especially my mother in law, I don't know why I am so much stuck in a life with her. She and her husband my father in law both are ruling the house and family. I want a family of my own, where I would cook for my baby and husband, and we would shop for the grocerries. Here everything is so done by them. Like a teenager puppet. Maybe they are good, yes of course they are , but why don't I get a feeling of closeness from them. Why stay with people who would not give me a cup of tea even when I come back from Yoga and so much I am exhausted. Just because I am the daughter in law of this house not the son or daughter. And if it is so, or it is like this, what is the purpose of marrying some man and coming and living in his house where no one will ever be your very own and close person. 

A sister in law will not be a sister, yes and even I will not be for them. Because they are not the people I grew up with. Neither are they my choice of friends, but some relations all in law, that too just because I fell in love immensely with a guy and chose to spend my life with him, so now that his family is is to be my life, and I even if they will not even serve me anything has to be my family. All here is just a formality, So much formal, to be somewhat with your husband's parents. 

I just wish to stay away in a house where I will not come in close contact with my in laws always. Not because I hate them , but because they are not my close and own person. So I rather want to stay in my comfort zone and be alone. Yes I can visit them once a week and do all the formalities required . 

The house where i stay has three storeys and my rooms are on 2nd floor, where it has an incomplete terrace attached to it. I am married for almost 9 years. Its almost a decade! And yes I got one extra room and the terrace got covered with some shed. But its still not my dream house. 

Life is all about money! Who said money can't buy happiness ! If I had all that money I would definetely built that dream home, and ofcourse have maids to help me do household chores.

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