cardiologist. They have two children and their
practices are located in my in-laws building. This, of course,
makes them the family favorites. My brother-in-law, Adam, is the
wild child. You name it and he ’ s done it; drugs, alcohol. I recall Quentin saying
something about his having slept with several of his
sister ’ s friends, which
she, nor his mother were too happy about. He completely changed
when his best friend was killed in a car accident. At the funeral,
he said the Spirit of God spoke to him and told him to teach His
Word.
He left
home and went to the seminary. He came back, worked with a local
church and, a few years later, formed his own ministry. For our
second date, Quentin took me to his brother ’ s church. It wasn ’ t until we got married that I became a
member, mostly out of family loyalty. I liked my church but I
wanted to show my support for my brother-in-law. The rest of the
family stops by every now and then, but won ’ t join. His mother says they are very
comfortable at their church and have too many obligations. She said
it wouldn ’ t be fair to
abandon their pastor. He ’ s ninety-five and reads the same three scriptures every
week. Trust me, he doesn ’ t know if he has on matching shoes, let alone miss her
meddling behind at the church bake sale.
I love my
husband and I want him to be happy, but his mother is making it
difficult. She makes it a point to mention his ex-girlfriend,
Stacy, whenever she can. It ’ s no secret I ’ m
not her choice for Quentin. She wanted someone she could control,
but she got me. Because I ’ m quiet, people think I ’ m fragile, but I ’ m not. My friends say I ’ m a people pleaser, which explains my poor choice in men
prior to Quentin. I thank God for using Alex to bring us together,
because I probably would have ended up with I
don ’ t know
what.
I ’ m learning
from my friend, Chloe, how to be a lot more aggressive and
assertive. She says I need to explode every now and then.
I ’ ve tried it at work,
but I haven ’ t gotten up
the nerve yet to let loose on my mother-in-law. Given the right
situation, even the quietest of people have been known to snap. I
just hope it ’ s not in
private, because I need to let the family know I am nothing to be
toyed with. That ’ s
right, I am a strong, black woman. I can do all things through
Christ Jesus who strengthens me. Once I actually get that in my
spirit and believe it, my mother-in-law had better watch out. I
will be taking names and kicking butt, and she ’ s number one on my list.
My
mother-in-law only wants me around when it suits her needs. Step
one in my plan to establish myself in this family, is to not be at
Katherine ’ s beck and
call any more. If she wants to talk to me, she needs to take a
number and call me at a decent time. No more calling after
nine-thirty. That ’ s
Quentin and my time to reconnect.
And no
more demanding we come over at a moment ’ s notice for a family gathering. I have a family,
too, and we need to spend more time with them. And there will be no
more talk about shooting me up with baby making juice. Quentin and
I will get pregnant the old-fashioned way. If she has a problem
with that, then she can talk to God.
And there
will be no more talk about Quentin ’ s ex, Stacy. I ’ m his wife and she had better get used to it because
I ’ m not going anywhere.
And no more telling me once I get the house decorated she can host
a fundraiser at our home. First of all, we like our home the way it
is and, if we decide to host a fundraiser it will be because WE
want to and not because SHE says we HAVE TO. And if she
doesn ’ t like the way our
home is decorated, then don ’ t come over. And no more telling me how to dress. I know
how to dress, and if I need help, I ’ ll call Alex.
Who does
she think she is? I ’ m a
grown woman. I ’ m her
daughter-in-law not her daughter, and I am only obligated to extend
my affection to a certain point. And if she keeps