Today I'm going to be spending the afternoon with my husband's family for his niece's 4th birthday party. She's a cute little girl and it's at a lake. Those are the only reasons I'm going.
I know I am going to get a gang bombardment about my foot and diabetes. That goes without saying. None of my husband's siblings have called to ask how I am since I've been home. They were plenty curious when I was in the hospital though. I don't feel like delving out my whole medical history today. So, I won't.
His sisters are no doubt dying to see my foot. That's not going to happen. I'm not a freak show for their amusement. It's not that I mind showing it to people. I just showed it to my dad yesterday because he asked. The difference is that he cares about my well being. The in-laws are just simply curious. It would be fodder for good gossip. I would have them all gathered around looking and asking stupid questions. I'm just saying no if it come up.
It's gotten back to me that they think that I am difficult. I'm hard to get to know. I don't think that's true. I am different from them. That much is true. I don't dish gossip with them. I don't give them a lot of personal information either. They exclude me. I won't bend over backwards for them to like me. This used to bother me a lot. After what I've been through this fall, I could care less. My life is more important to me. It's ok to put myself first now. If they don't like it, too bad.
Today will be interesting to see if they acknowledge my weight loss. It's very noticeable now. If I can look in the mirror and see a thinner woman, I know the rest of the world can too. I seem to always see myself heavier than I am. I'm betting they won't say a word. I am certain though that I will be quizzed on what I can and cannot eat. I don't mind some questions, especially if people are not familiar with the disease. I do mind the way in which they ask. They seem to be ignorant of the world around them sometimes. It's frustrating because they really believe they know what they are talking about.
I know I probably sound like I am whining. Forgive me for that. I just had to get some of this off my chest instead of being all worked up before I even leave the house. I have convinced myself that taking the high road is best. I am above boycotting a little girl's birthday party because of my own pettiness toward others. I will endure it for her. I never want the children in his family to ever think I have anything against them. I don't.
I will give the respect I receive. Nothing more. Nothing less.
CW



