The IL thing

Here's the thing. I don't think my inlaws like me and I wish they would. Maybe I shouldn't care, but they are the parents of Anonymous Him and the grandparents of Eenie, Meenie and Miney and I want them to like me.

Perhaps I'm wrong and they're fine with me. Maybe I'm paranoid. I don't know.
Maybe MIL doesn't mean to be mean. Maybe she's just thoughtless sometimes and I take it too personally. Maybe they disagree with the way we, or I, parent. Maybe they are mad about something I don't even remember or know about.

I don't know.

I do know this: They are not bad people.
On the contrary, they are very good people. And that is one of the reasons that it hurts when I feel that they don't care for me. I feel like I've always been nice to them. If it weren't for me, Anonymous Him wouldn't EVER call them, would NEVER remember their birthdays and probably would have a much different life than the one we have now.
I send them pictures, updates and welcome them when they visit. And if I cringe and whinge and whine about them here, it's a vent. I don't think they feel as if I don't want them here. IF they do, it's not my intention. It is hard for me to act normal when I feel like I have to walk on eggshells.

I need this place to vent about ridiculous things. Things that hurt me. Things that make me mad or confuse me.
There's no doubt that there is tension between us but I don't know where or when it started. Nor do I know how to make it better. When I say that I'm trying to get them to like me, it's not because I want to trick or fool them. It's because I actually WANT them to LIKE ME!!
Maybe I shouldn't care, but I do.

So, even though the chances they have found this blog are slim to NONE, I thought I should just explain the way it is...