So, the day started off ok...I have been very tired the last few days so its not the best but not bad either. As the day progressed it got worst.


I started today by making a list of things that I have to do around the house. If I don't have a list I will just end up on the couch all day. First on my list was laundry...perfect....something easy that I don't mind doing. Laundry usually helps get geared up for other things that I have to do.


So, I packed up what was left in the dryer, put the wet clothes in and added more to the washer. As I was putting the clothes away I noticed a basket of clothes that has been in my room for a few weeks now. I decided that they were there long enough and that I should put them away.


I got just about everything sorted in piles on my bed when at the bottom of the basket was one of my very favourite, very expensive clothing items. I got a sinking feeling because this item is not to be put in the washer or dryer. I picked it up slowly and saw that it was completely ruined.


The mother in law stayed with my kids for a few days while I was away and my hubby was working. She washed our clothes.


I was so close to losing it.


I mean the whole tears and Oprah ugly cry.


I went to my hubby who was in the basement and told him about it and about my feelings on other people doing my laundry.


I hate it.


I wouldn't want to have to handle other peoples dirty underwear and I sure as hell don't want anyone handling mine!


Especially the mother in law.


She is a topic all her own.


One that can send me into a tailspin if I let her.


But, she did stay with my kids and I am grateful for that but she ruined my stuff in the process.


This was not the only item that was ruined during those few days...but this was my favourite...and this was the last straw...and I had had enough.


Will I tell her about it?


No...not at all.


I will not give her the satisfaction of telling everyone how she tried to help me but I didn't appreciate me and how I am so controlling over her son. You see, that's how most conversations go. They end up right back to her thinking that I am controlling over him. I'm not.


I don't think she liked me from day one. I swooped in and took her son and he would never have a chance at getting back his old girlfriend that the whole family loved (and still loves). Even though she cheated on him and lied about it, Even though she was, and still is, with the man she cheated on him with. It don't matter to them.


I was the one who got my self pregnant soon after we got serious. He was the one like a cousin of his who got a girl pregnant and then they broke up and the kid was passed back and forth.


Right from the very beginning that woman had our relationship doomed. We were going to break up and her some was going to have a kid out there. We have been together for almost 11 years and that kid is now 9. We are still together...along with another one.


I was not apart of the family because were not, and is not, married. All the other children did it the right way....married, house, kids. We did the kids, house, and, maybe one day, marriage. That's wrong in her eyes. Who cares about all those people out there who are married and cheating...at least they are married! Who cares that me and her son are committed to each other and faithful. I don't have that ring on my finger or share his precious last name....I am dirt.


But,still, I trek on. Taking this world and all its people for exactly what it is. I take the good and the bad. There is nothing that I can do about the attitudes of others so I try to distance myself from people who make me feel bad.


Maybe one day I could get better and these things won't bother me. Maybe.


By the way, I got nothing but that one load of clothes done today.


Why can't I handle the curve balls that life throws at me like everyone else?