Don’t Let the Truth Get in the Way of a Good Bitchin’

My former mother-in-law was only happy when she was complaining

Sandi Parsons
Age of Empathy

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Older lady with grey hair on the telephone
Image by Sabine van Erp from Pixabay

“God won’t love the baby, but we’ll love him anyway.”

It should have been warning of things to come, of a rocky relationship with my future mother-in-law — Grandma B. But, I assumed once we were married, things would settle.

They didn’t settle.

Two weeks after a celebrant performed the marriage ceremony, a couple of Seventh-Day Adventists dropped by with an invitation for my husband. He was cordially invited to a local singles shindig to find a church-approved wife.

“What the hell?” he asked Grandma B as he paced about the house, trying to keep in range of cordless telephone base. “I’ve made my position clear. I’ve left the church.” Then he roared, “AND I’M NOT SINGLE, I’M MARRIED.”

Back then, you could still slam the phone down with a satisfying clunk, so that’s precisely what he did.

In her eyes, any marriage not performed in a church was not legitimate. Grandma B was nothing if not an unapologetic advocate for her God and church — the fact that she herself chose which church teachings she would apply to herself and which she would ignore was an insignificant detail.

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Sandi Parsons
Age of Empathy

Sandi Parsons lives & breathes stories as a reader, writer, and storyteller📚 Kidlit specialist, dipping her toes in the big kid’s pool.