Okay, so I don’t believe in iambic pentameter, and when I rhyme I come across as cheesy. I wrote a little poem for MIL a while back, and while I will NEVER have the courage to send it to her, it made me feel better to get it out on paper. Reading it now it almost sounds callous, but really it’s just the way that I was feeling about her behavior at the time. Well, here goes…
Dear MIL,
You think I can’t hear your criticism, I hear every word….
You think that your hatred of me goes unnoticed, but I see it in your eyes.
You want DH all to yourself, yet you have to share him with me….
You think my family is beneath you, yet they’re the most loving family you could ask for.
You keep trying to drive DH away from me, yet we fall more in love every day….
When will you realize that this is a battle no one can win?
Your pushing and shoving does nothing but tear the man you raised in half,
And you make him feel like he needs to choose.
Oh dear MIL, the meaner you act, the kinder I’ll be;
And I can’t be all bad; after all, your son did pick me.
I love that you think that I’m spineless and cruel,
When all I’m guilty of is trying to love you.
You keep pushing and pushing, but I refuse to push back.
You’re looking for my breaking point, and I understand that.
MIL I don’t really know where to begin,
But you’re waging a war that I’m afraid you won’t win.