I know my thread title makes me seem horrible but bear with me please.
I had a particularly poor childhood but in a very loving, stable home...but sometimes we were extremely poor...fine...that;s how it was and I don't remember minding too much because we all had such fun etc. My Mum also had a very hard childhood and not such a loving one as I did. But again...she's come to terms with it all...she's wonderfully balanced and loving etc.
MIL however LOVES talking about her poor childhood. She's the same age as my Mum and she gives anecdotes about things which happened or things she went through which actually aren't THAT bad...things like her Mum having to hand sew all the kid's knickers because they couldn't afford to buy any....nothing shocking and not half as ingenious as some of the things my parents made through necessity...and I grew up in the 70s when this kind of thing wasn't even that common,
She tells these stories with a sort of tragic expression on her face...and she's expectant of sympathy or shock...and I can't give it...no more than I could tell her some of my experiences as A they're too private and B it would appear that I am competing for "poorness"
Right. That's off my chest. I feel better already. Fire away! AIBU to not respond much at all during these long, self indulgent diatribes about her childhood and NOT to go "Aaaaah...." at the end?