So I'm sitting here, in my nice new office, in my nice new shiny job (2 months in after 2 years at home) trying - and failing - not to cry.
New job is only a side issue. Will explain that bit later if you get that far!
First the background - it's a bit involved so hope you can follow.
MiL is widowed (18 months ago) and lives 1.5 hours drive away. Very active, recently recovered from a broken hip and now back to her normal social life. DH is very close to his mum. They both had a difficult relationship with his dad which cemented their relationship. His sister, who lives close to her mum, is a complete cow and did relatively little when MiL was in hospital.
My parents live in the same village as us. Both DH and I have a really good relationship with them. My mum has been my rock, especially since I've had children (DD11 and DS9). Although she isn't the primary childcare provider, she does loads, makes my life so much easier and has a very special relationship with the DC. All great.
This coming weekend DH, DC and I were supposed to be going to see his mum - staying there on Friday and Saturday night and then going over to see friends and our twin godchildren (age 2) for lunch on Sunday as they live near MiL. Don't see the friends often as it's actually him who's the friend (my DH's best friend) but wife doesn't like us - no idea why.
Yesterday, DH was given 3 corporate tickets to see Michael Buble on Sunday evening. Usually I'd be dancing in the aisles.....
He speaks to his mum, asks her to come with us then postpones friends, without saying why. Then tells me.
Last night friend's wife was on FB making pointed comments about "true colours finally showing through" and her being "proved right". We weren't tagged or messaged so I didn't react - least said, soonest mended etc. I plan to be in touch in the next few days without mentioning FB. I was upset and annoyed enough by DH having created that situation. Then came the call with my mum.
My DD told her this morning about me, DH and MiL going to Michael Buble. She was so upset and hurt. Can't understand why we didn't invite them as well - or probably even instead. Feels that they do so much and are taken totally for granted. They clearly aren't appreciated / I don't care about them etc, etc. I need to make other arrangements for all the things they do to help us out as they aren't willing to do it any more.
I feel awful. Firstly, I didn't, and wouldn't have done that. Secondly, my first thought when DH told me was about my parents. I am a bit worried about practicalities if they follow though, but that really isn't the main reason. I wouldn't hurt them for the world.
Phoned DH to tell him and his reaction was that if they're going to over-react maybe we should do things without them!!!!!!!! Not sure whether I'm more pissed off about his lack of care for my parents or blind assumption that I'll make other plans as he won't put himself out at all.
So, if you're still with me, I'm at work, in a senior role so no friends here to talk to. Missing my friends from the village desperately as I hardly ever see them now - don't get home til 7.30pm then its a good 90 minutes of mum's taxi, bedtimes etc etc.
How can I fix this? What do I do first?