I'm tired of being dismissed as if I'm a third-rate member of my husband's family by his mother. I've expressed genuine concern and tried show her that I care and that I'm not just some trollop who stole her meal ticket. There are times when I think I'm making progress. Then there are times like last night when she manages to convince me that I'm not fit for her to spit on. My opinions don't matter, my time doesn't matter, my feelings don't matter. Basically, I am dirt to her. She makes plans for my husband without waiting to see if we have previous engagements. She rolls her eyes at me when I ask how she's doing. She calls her dog away from me when he jumps in my lap. Her disdain could not be more clear.

I give up. I know I've said that before, but she always manages to make me think that maybe if I try a little she'll start to like me. This time, I really am done. If she doesn't want to like me, then nothing I do is going to change that.