Ok, here is a condensed version.
- Had to spend 3 whole days at the in-laws, as I’m married to the only son. The highlight of his Chinese New Year is to spend time with his parents. As I was totally jet-lagged, I got to sleep a lot, that was cool.
- Boring suburb where it rains 364 days a year: all doors/windows open, 10 degrees, humidity level of around 90%, non-stop rain. Cat hair on every possible surface you might sit on, wooden sofa that just hurts the butt after 10 minutes.
- A first this year: in-laws had bought space heaters and were using them, nice touch. It brought the temperature of the bedroom from 13 degrees to 15…
- Mom-in-law cooks “The special food” consisting of frozen seafood, same stuff, cooked with different vegetables for the whole 3 days. No drinks offered, nothing to drink ever in that house. I fill my cup with water from the water machine. I’m so tired of these dry social gatherings!!!
- Must be a real member of the family now: in-laws are not farting and burping without any hold in front of me. Do I need to say anything about table manners???
- Nobody ever helps m-i-l, even when I try to help (and I can cook), I’m always told it’s ok. Same for the dishes: I never managed to be able to wash dishes there ever!!!
- Most conversations are heldin taiwanese, although I can speak mandarin.
- Activities on the menu: on this afore mentioned soundtrack, watching TV, and DVDs, since it’s raining all the time, nothing much we can do outside. Conversations were nothing special. At least, most were held in Taiwanese, which I will never learn. The parts involving me were held in Mandarin, and I kept them pretty short.
Of course, when hubby is back in my family in Canada every year, he is treated to great meals, fine wines, and although we speak French at home, we all speak English in his presence. For us it would be totally rude to speak French in front of him for hours on end… Of course, the house is clean, comfortable, heated if needed, etc!
The worse part: I think he doesn’t even see the difference. He doesn’t understand why I can’t adapt to his culture more… Why spending time at his parents place isn’t acceptable as a weekend activity for me. Geeezzzz, thanks for the sympathy!
As a good son, my hubby needs to see his parents at least every other weekend. We worked it out to reduce the social duty down to eating in a restaurant. Actually, to be a real good son, we would have to spend our weekends at his parents place, almost every weekend. That’s what almost all his friends are doing. Over my dead body!!!
Ah, the joys of marrying into a traditional culture and keep living in the other’s territory!