The day I stopped giving a fuck

After all of the drama my in-laws cultivated (mostly my mother-in-law), I had come to my wit’s end. They hate me, they want to see my “bullshit marriage” fall apart and most of all, they want to fill my husband’s ear with their opinions of what a good wife should be.

I passed by granddad’s recliner, on the way to take the dogs out, and found myself stuck in front of him. All I wanted was wisdom and I thought, maybe, just for a minute he could impart something to me that would help.

 “Have you ever had someone tell lies about you?”

“Oh, sure. Plenty of times.”

“What do you do when someone tells lies about you and tries to make you look like a bad person?”

“You ignore them. You don’t let them get you. You laugh at them.”

 I looked into his eyes, really seeking the truth, and asked him;

 “Do you think I am bad?”

 To which he replied;

“No, gal.”

And he smiled that same old smile. I got up, took the dogs out and stopped giving a fuck about what she had said about me. She never mattered. My father-in-law never mattered. I was only ever here for him.

For Herb.