He did it. He bought the treadmill. He didn’t tell me he did it. I had to ask. It was scheduled to be delivered a couple days before Christmas. Of course, we don’t know when it actually arrived because she didn’t call to say THANK YOU.
But, we did get to see it in all it’s glory on Christmas day. My husband had to help carry it up out of the basement, and help put it together. Fortunately, there wasn’t much to put together. It’s tiny.
While this was going on, my FIL mentioned he wanted me to take a photo of the old treadmill and create a post on Craigslist to sell it.
In walks the MIL.
Why would you sell it, it’s broken, she says.
FIL: No it’s not.
MIL: Why would you say that?
She looks at me. For empathy? I refuse to engage her. She’s a bitch.
FIL: It’s not broken.
Let’s just say she didn’t let it go. At least 4 times she questioned him wanting to know WHY he would say something like that because of course it WAS broken. He ignored her.
So now I will never allow my children in her house without me being there for fear they may “break” something else expensive.
