Do you ever feel like sitting back and saying, "Fuck it"? 
I do! I admit that I feel that way sometimes. I’m not proud that I think like that but am honest enough to say it out loud. Sometimes I just want to throw in the towel and take an extended vacation away from everyone I know. Just be alone. Where no one can reach me and ask me to figure out why this person does that and that person does this. Sometimes I can’t and quite frankly don’t want to ‘fix’ everyone else’s problems. 
I’m not a fixer! Never have been. I will help someone in any way that I can but I try to avoid getting in the middle of emotional issues unless it involves my kids or me directly. Sometimes I just don’t give a shit! 
Case in point here
A few months ago, my husband’s mom and her boyfriend were at our house getting some of their things out of our shed where they had been storing it. Come to find out, a tool or something is missing that belongs to the boyfriend. The boyfriend starts mouthing off to my husband about finding it and basically accuses my husband of ‘doing something with it’. Hubby gets totally pissed and they end up in a heated verbal exchange of not so pleasant proportions. 
Me, my kids and hubby’s mom are watching the exchange from the sidelines not really saying much. Just mumbling between ourselves hoping it wasn’t going to come to blows between the two. In the end, it didn’t. Hubby told him to get the rest of the stuff out of the shed (which he didn’t…it’s still there) and leave.
Hubby’s mom mumbles "bye" to the kids…She says nothing to me and not a word to her son. She gets in the truck with the boyfriend and they leave.
Since then my husband and his mom really haven’t spoken all that much. They only have a couple of times because it was business related. I have no idea why the mom doesn’t talk to hubby and hubby doesn’t talk to her because she doesn’t talk to him. Can we all say Stupid Childish Stubborn Bullshit?
Anyway….
My oldest daughter was talking to hubby’s sister last night. The aunt’s telling my daughter that hubby’s mom is down in the dumps (not sure why) and she was a little upset that hubby wasn’t at a birthday party for one of his nephews last weekend (I didn’t know anything about this party…not sure if hubby did or not) Anyway, last night my daughter comes and asks me if I can ‘do something about this’.
First thing is…I’ve tried to talk to hubby and it falls on deaf ears. I’ve tried and tried to get him to talk to his mom. Everytime I bring it up we end up having a heated discussion so I leave it alone. It’s pointless. Second…why the hell would the aunt unload this bullshit on a seventeen-year old and get her all in the middle of it. Why not come directly to me and ask me to help? My daughter is not blind to fact that they are not speaking. She, like everyone else, doesn’t really know the reasons why they aren’t talking but she has her own opinions about what’s what. I’m a little irritated at the aunt for not coming to me directly if she wants me to help in this matter. Don’t get my daughter in the middle of this stupid shit. That’s almost like making her choose sides between her daddy and her grandma. Fuck that! 
Better yet, why doesn’t the aunt talk to the mom or the brother or BOTH? After all they are HER family more than MINE. Why does the wife automatically become the go-between and fixer of family issues? I tell ya why. No one else wants to choose sides and get in the middle of it either. I guess they figure the wife has some sort of superhero mind control over the husband. Well guess what Batman….my husband has a mind of his own just like I do, my kids do and everyone else does. I can’t wiggle my nose like Samantha on Bewitched and make it all disappear. I can’t hold up my bullet deflecting bracelets like Wonder Woman and fight this either. I'm tired of being the wife, the go-between, and the fixer-upper. The only thing I want to do is be like Invisible Man and go hide in the fucking Bat Cave. 
Yes…Maybe I’m burying my head in the sand in regards to this and maybe I’m not doing ‘my wifely duty’ (btw…I absolutely hate that phrase)….but at this point…I just don’t give a big fat rat’s ass!!! 
