I had a real interesting experience with Fenton’s parents this week. That’s “interesting” as in the curse, “May you live in interesting times.”
They showed up unannounced on Beige University’s Parents Weekend for the first time ever, with wedding plans made unilaterally without consulting me. I don’t like conflict; I tend to be a mediator, but this was too much. I’d made it abundantly clear that the wedding wouldn’t take place until after I graduate, but still they presented detailed plans for a ceremony taking place in less than three months. What were they thinking???
...Or more specifically, what was she thinking because, let’s face it, Fenton’s dad probably had little input into this. I’ve never had much of a relationship with Ms. Fuscus due to Fenton being distant from his mom. That whole family is less than forthcoming in interpersonal relationships, with vast silences taking the place of honest contact. Then again, they may be just using sonar instead.
At any rate, Fenton’s smart house has taken over the maternal role in his life, and I’ve followed suit in seeing Tree as my future mother-in-the-law. This week’s events was a nasty reminder that I’m still going to be getting an actual mother-in-law that I’ll have to deal with.
