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Firstly, the mother of Evil JB's husband, Evil EJ died at the age 0f 98 last Saturday night. She was one of the few people in the family that I liked. But because of Evil JB, I lost ten years of her.
GMIL, I'll Call her AB, was a generous person with a funny sense of humor. She was a bit salty and would tell people what she thought.
I wanted several times since cutting off Evil JB to go and see her. Unfortunately, hubbie made going to see Evil EJ a condition of visiting their home town. Thinking back, I probably should have taken initiative to go by myself and visit her then drive over to my parent's house from her.
When she first died, I was still paying the price of the cut off. Hubbie at first acted like he did not want me to go with him to the funeral and visitation. Which was difficult since he had accused me of only going down there for funerals. Yes, that is what the last three visits have been, Evil EJ's funeral, then Evil JB's funeral and now Nice AB's funeral. I would not have gone to Evil EJ's funeral if I could have gotten out of it.
I had expected GMIL to pass away before evil JB and I dreaded it because I thought that I would be pushed into attending the funeral and that I would have to be around Evil JB. Instead, it happened after Evil JB's death, and I was not dreading going, but at first DH pushed me away The first day, Sunday, he said that I did not need to attend the visitation Monday night and that I could attend the funeral Tuesday if I wanted to. He mentioned me having to get someone to cover for me at work. I told him that work would not be a problem.
I did want to go. But I did not want to try to stay at anyone's house. I sort of feared that he would want to open up Evil JB's nasty house and stay there.
The other thing that I feared is my overzealous and over-protocol conscious Mom being there telling me what to do and telling me what I was doing wrong. When Evil JB was living, I had planned to not tell Mom when GMIL died. For some reason, it did not occur to me (until later) that this was still a possibility.
The way that he was acting, I was unsure whether or not to go. I wanted to go. But I wanted to do what HE wanted. And I could not tell what he was really feeling and what he was hiding behind his he-man shell. Talked to a friend and she pointed out that I could not undo NOT going and that I should go. So I decided that was what I would do.
Fast forward to Monday. Hubbie, before leaving to go to work then to home town told me that I could go that night if I wanted to and when and where it would be. (I could not actually go with him because he had rented a car for a business trip which he was leaving for directly from funeral. That was part of what complicated this.)
So that was my final decision to go although I had decided after talking to friend that I would go. I decided that I was going to stay in a hotel. I send emails to cover my usual Tuesday on-call shift. Went downstairs to talk to other friend. She thirded my decision to go to both funeral and visitation. I was thinking that I needed to leave at noon so I could buy new dresses to wear. Until my friend pointed out that I did not have to tell my Mother. So I didn't. Solved the dress problem too. Had a dress that was OK based on the redneck aspect of the family, but would not be OK based on the nose in the air of my Mother. And I could use the same dress for both.
Oh yes, I wasn't going to tell her before Evil JB died, why should have to tell uptight Mother now?
So I could leave at 2:00, pack and go. Next thing: Hotel. Found the hotel online that I wanted to stay at. Started to make reservation. But there was no cancellation allowed. There were rooms available of all types so I said, OK, they will have rooms available at walk-in.
Fast forward again, to lunch time. Hubbie is getting nicer and more relaxed. He is starting to realize that I only wanted to be supportive of him. He was getting ready to leave. I told him that I was going to leave in a couple hours. He asked if I was going to stay with him. I told him that I was getting a hotel room and I would stay with him if he stayed with me. He asked what hotel. I told him. He said what about other hotel where he has frequent traveller program. I was shocked. But said that was fine if he set it up. He said OK. There was such a weight off. When he got there he called and said he had a room and for me to call when I got to the area.
So I get there and he meets me at the hotel. So far so good.
VISITATION
For the visitation, He wants to go casual instead of dressed up for wake. It's his Grandmother, so that's fine. We went casual. There were people there dressed from one extreme to the other. Just glad my Mom wasn't there to not see me in a dress!!! Good decision to not invite my Mom.
Hubbie wanted to eat afterwards. I had already eaten but told him I could go anywhere he wanted and I could get some dessert. He was suspicious until I followed through.
His family was OK to me and I managed to not to say much about his family, but only to talk about his Grandmother who I liked.
THE SERVICE
So the funeral, it went OK too.
There were a lot of good memories of GMIL, and a lot of tears. GMIL had a cute sense of humor and some of her funny remarks were repeated, and I could hear her saying just those things. She was also very generous that was mentioned as well. This contrasts with MIL's funeral which the service was generic, with very few memories presented, and no tears.
BEING BACK IN Hubbie's HOME TOWN
I used to go to Hubbie's hometown a lot as when growing up it was near where my own Dear Maternal Grandma lived, and had previous good memories of it. But after the problems with Evil JB started, I got a feeling of dread when visiting there. This is my first trip there since Eveil JB's funeral. Her funeral was tense for me because I wasn't sure how it would be.
This trip -- the one to GMIL's funeral was the first time I have been to that town in over 20 years that I entered that city without a feeling of dread, that I was relaxed instead. This includes a trip where I was driving THROUGH her city to another city with a friend of mine. When I was close to driving by her house, that time I got butterflies in my stomach. And I KNEW that time I that wasn't going to see evil JB. No more!!! Now I can freely go back to the city without a feeling of dread.
I'M GONNA GET IT
As I said own Mom is very formal and a what you should do type person. As I said earlier, I have not told my Mom that GMIL passed. I did not need the stress of her to add to what I thought I would have (but ended up not having after Monday) The advice from friend is to just mention whenever Mom mentions GMIL again to say that she died a long time ago. My Mom will be angry that I didn't tell her so she could go to the funeral and make the proper appearance. I'll deal with that when I have to deal with it. Hubbie never mentioned my Mom through this so he probably has not thought about whether or not she was informed. I later mentioned to Hubbie that I was going to be in trouble for not telling Mom. He asked why and I told him that she would think that she should have been told, that she would have attended had she known, and that she will be angry for not having been told. He said "well, don't tell her then." I mentioned that given GMIL's age, Mom would figure it out sooner or later. But since in-laws are a forbidden topic with Mom, it could be quite a while. At which point, I can say that she passed a long time ago.
CONCLUSION
I think the whole two days did something to bring some of the lost trust back between us. Maybe even a new start for us. Once there, and he saw that I was going to just be myself, he seemed happy that I was there.
So I get there and he meets me at the hotel. So far so good.
VISITATION
For the visitation, He wants to go casual instead of dressed up for wake. It's his Grandmother, so that's fine. We went casual. There were people there dressed from one extreme to the other. Just glad my Mom wasn't there to not see me in a dress!!! Good decision to not invite my Mom.
Hubbie wanted to eat afterwards. I had already eaten but told him I could go anywhere he wanted and I could get some dessert. He was suspicious until I followed through.
His family was OK to me and I managed to not to say much about his family, but only to talk about his Grandmother who I liked.
THE SERVICE
So the funeral, it went OK too.
There were a lot of good memories of GMIL, and a lot of tears. GMIL had a cute sense of humor and some of her funny remarks were repeated, and I could hear her saying just those things. She was also very generous that was mentioned as well. This contrasts with MIL's funeral which the service was generic, with very few memories presented, and no tears.
BEING BACK IN Hubbie's HOME TOWN
I used to go to Hubbie's hometown a lot as when growing up it was near where my own Dear Maternal Grandma lived, and had previous good memories of it. But after the problems with Evil JB started, I got a feeling of dread when visiting there. This is my first trip there since Eveil JB's funeral. Her funeral was tense for me because I wasn't sure how it would be.
This trip -- the one to GMIL's funeral was the first time I have been to that town in over 20 years that I entered that city without a feeling of dread, that I was relaxed instead. This includes a trip where I was driving THROUGH her city to another city with a friend of mine. When I was close to driving by her house, that time I got butterflies in my stomach. And I KNEW that time I that wasn't going to see evil JB. No more!!! Now I can freely go back to the city without a feeling of dread.
I'M GONNA GET IT
As I said own Mom is very formal and a what you should do type person. As I said earlier, I have not told my Mom that GMIL passed. I did not need the stress of her to add to what I thought I would have (but ended up not having after Monday) The advice from friend is to just mention whenever Mom mentions GMIL again to say that she died a long time ago. My Mom will be angry that I didn't tell her so she could go to the funeral and make the proper appearance. I'll deal with that when I have to deal with it. Hubbie never mentioned my Mom through this so he probably has not thought about whether or not she was informed. I later mentioned to Hubbie that I was going to be in trouble for not telling Mom. He asked why and I told him that she would think that she should have been told, that she would have attended had she known, and that she will be angry for not having been told. He said "well, don't tell her then." I mentioned that given GMIL's age, Mom would figure it out sooner or later. But since in-laws are a forbidden topic with Mom, it could be quite a while. At which point, I can say that she passed a long time ago.
CONCLUSION
I think the whole two days did something to bring some of the lost trust back between us. Maybe even a new start for us. Once there, and he saw that I was going to just be myself, he seemed happy that I was there.
