So the in-laws are here helping us decorate our new house. MIL chatting away happily about how upset pregnant SIL is about having to get rid of a bookshelf to fit her baby stuff into the house. She's apparently utterly bereft at the idea.
Can you imagine how that felt to smile through - I wanted to ring SIL up, and strangle her down the phone for being such a self-centred ungrateful bitch... smiled sweetly, went and found another room to be in. Told hubby what was said, said I would have given up every posession I own to still have my babies alive - his reply was, and this is from a man who adores his books, "I would destroy every book in this house in a heartbeat without even a second thought." Just sounded so sad when he said it.
Yet we keep losing ours - and people who are more concerned about a bookshelf than anything else get life throwing everything in their path.
World's fucking wronger than wrong.