[summer_gphib]

Oh Lord... here we go again. (Keep in mind that my mother passed away 3 weeks ago--suddenly getting sick from complications of Rheumatoid Arthritis, she was only 58 and I'm doing ok--but definitely not great!)

We had planned this trip to see the in-laws in Virginia for about 6 months, so we decided to go ahead and go. I actually thought some nice mountain air could be good. WTH was I thinking? Within 20 minutes of getting there my FIL was talking about a hospital he toured--not a big deal until he starts going into great detail about the room where they do the autopsies and how they keep the bodies. My hubby quickly interjecting telling him this was not a good topic to discuss right now, but he continued going on and on about the "meat lockers"... it was awful.
The whole time we were there FIL never bothered to say he was sorry for my loss, anything. Mostly they would quickly change the subject whenever I wanted to talk about my mom.
But on the third day there, my MIL took the cake. She was asking how I was doing and how my dad is doing... and asked if we were going to do any grief counseling. I told her that a group would be starting at our church in Sept. and we were all thinking of going. She then told me she sure hoped my dad would go, because he might meet someone and get remarried. My jaw hit the floor. It's been 3 freaking weeks.
By the time we left all of the bitching, moaning, and complaining had done me in. (Because other than watch PBS that is all they do.) I cried for four hours straight after leaving there. We decided to stop in Myrtle Beach and spend two nights before coming home. That was my saving grace. It was wonderful. (I booked the hotel on Hotwire and got a $350 a night 2 bedroom suite at a 4.5 star hotel for $140 a night. It was amazeballs.)