Happy Home Building

So... 

We have finally moved in!  And you will be pleased to know the move went well with massive thanks to Mr Y, my lovely fiancés' best mate, who lugged and shifted those boxes and furniture like his life depended on it!   I am and will be forever grateful, as if it wasn't for him, Mr Mc would have had to have done it all himself due to me not being allowed back at the house (very mature I know)

I am surrounded by boxes and half built furniture, yet I feel more content than I have done in months.  Why?  Could be something to do with not being under pressure to have everything we own tidy, tidy tidy, out of sight even though the rest of the house is messy?  Or possibly because I don't feel the need to hide away in my room which was lovingly known as the fortress of solitude by the end.  I now have a whole house to spread out in!  

Its a really nice feeling unpacking and discovering belongings I haven't had access to for over 6 months, and then putting stuff on display without upsetting anyone.  I  But do you know what one of the best things about having our own home again?  Not having to live out of a cardboard box!  All of our food was kept in a cardboard box in the utility room as we were not allowed any cupboard space and it was positively awful. 

Its also a brilliant feeling discovering trinkets and gizmos you forgot you even had!  Some would argue that if I forgot I had them, then why do I even need to keep them?  Because young grasshopper, the rediscovery of my lost treasures brought a smile to my face which has been absent for so many months.  Rediscovering things which I forgot I had and reminiscing about their origins has reminded me that I still have a life to live and someone to live it out with.  We are surrounded by family and friends who genuinely care for us and take us as we are, without upsetting our lives and life plans over something as petty as the hemline of a goddam dress!  (Did you see what I did there?  I nearly had a full on rant but stopped myself just in time! :-) )

If it wasn't for the hospitality, help and generosity of our family and friends over the last few weeks I have no idea what we would have done, and I am eternally grateful for everything.

You know who you are x

Operation Salvage My Life

Ive been a very bad blogger...  For good reasons.

I have been busy salvaging my life following a massive relationship breakdown with the In-Laws.  So sit tight and grab a cuppa if you fancy listening to a long winded ranty story.

Last year I bought a wedding dress - I wrote about it in another post.  It didn't fit right when I bought it.  The skirt was 4" too short at the back and too long at the front, and it only just fastened up.  The Mother in Law (MIL) was there when I bought it and kinda pushed me into buying it with the help of the stroppy shop assistant.

It then sat in the spare room for about 10 months eating away at my subconscious.  So I tried it back on and it was still ridiculous.  A little weight loss later... Yep still don't fit right.  So what did I do?  What any normal woman would do.  Start looking for another dress.  I can't feasibly loose 4" from my height can I??

However, this wasn't enough for MIL, she wanted to take it back to the shop to "have it out with them".  I really didn't think this was appropriate nor did I want this to happen because I should never have bought it in the first place.  Its my dress and my problem, so I graciously declined.  Little did I know that this meant all hell was going to break loose...

The subject was not over or dropped.  She continuously brought it up with MrMc and was told to leave it alone.  MIL is apparently used to getting her own way and was not happy that I had refused her interventions.  I dug my heels in deeper and refused to let anyone interfere in "The Dress" situation.

Then it went BOOM!  I was branded a liar.  I was accused of lying about my dress.  This meant I was a liar through and through and wasn't to be trusted.  It also meant I was driving a wedge in her mother-son relationship and MrMc should give serious consideration into not marrying me because he would be marrying a liar, and all I am after is her money and house... Yes.  Really.

"That girls the devil d'ya hear?  You stay away from her!" - I love the Waterboy, what a film!

Anyway... 

She has also refused to come to the wedding incidentally...

I forgot to mention that we moved in with the In Laws in February, to give us the chance to be able to save for a deposit to buy our own home and pay for our upcoming wedding.  Which has not been fun.  I also forgot to mention that we had our own (rented) home previously, and gave it all up and either sold or threw away all our furniture due to lack of available storage.  I also had to find new homes for my kitties (which devastated my daughter and I still get a little upset about it too...)

Anyways... the above all meant I was "no longer welcome"  all because I was accused of lying about the hemline of a dress, bugger all to do with her... ridiculous?  Hell yea.

This means we have had to start from fresh and use all our wedding and new home fund on new furniture and starting again.  Angry?  Hell no.  Friggin furious is probably closer to the truth.

What am I going to do?  Nothing.

Why?  Theres only so much a person can put up with before the will to fight back is knocked out of them.  I think I have reached that point in my life where I just can't be bothered to fight back.  Why should I?  The woman is delusional and possibly rabid!

Ill just let them continue having her P.I. friends investigate me and her changing the locks because she thinks I broke in and went in her bedroom (what the chuff for I have no idea), or have her report me to ebay for omitting to mention something in a listing (why the bloody hell shes searching for wedding dresses I have no idea... maybe I should give her mine so she can go roller skating to Morrisons in it) and a massive list of other crazy sh*t.

Rant over.