……… that DH’s parents will ring every few days to tell him who they know that has died (he rarely has a clue who they are talking about), about every other member of the family and their pets, the price of eggs, cars they owned in the dim and distant past, a new kind of weed they’ve found growing in the lawn, the middle aisle of Aldi/Lidl, about “small boats” and political shenanigans but they have never, ever, in almost 16 years, asked how their eldest grandchild is?
It’s her birthday this week and they act as though she doesn’t exist (but moan when DH visits them without her that they miss her. They live several hours away so DH doesn’t visit much.). She’ll get no card or present, no call or message on the day. Her cousins live near them and get all of the normal attention.
I am raging for her, but moreso because DH enables it. If I ask what they said about her passing exams or passing grades in her extra curriculars he will make a point of telling them all about it VERY PERFORMATIVELY during the next call. There is rarely any reaction before they are back onto whatever the Daily Mail has them frothing over.
Arseholes.