No sooner did Aaron get home from the hospital than I was hit with something that I, frankly, find to be almost despicable.
Just for background, I am Catholic. Not practicing, but still Catholic. Robin is Jewish, again, not practicing, but still Jewish. We decided a long time ago to keep religion from becoming an issue. In that, we have been successful. She and I have absolutely no problems whatsoever, since we have had long and substantial discussions about the topic and have concluded that we won’t let something like that get in the way and drive us apart. Frankly, it’s such a small thing that it would be absurd to get worked up about it.
And yet, I’m extraordinarily pissed off right now. Not at Robin, but at her mom.
She apparently is either totally ignorant, or oblivious to the fact that I am in fact a Christian. She insists on having a Bris. Now OK, that’s fine. Circumcision would have happened one way or another. But, the fact that it’s a religious ceremony bothers me. For the sake of peace with my new family, however, I’m willing to bite my tongue and accept it.
However, here’s the kicker…
My mother-in-law has now told me that I am responsible for the travel costs of the Moile, the guy who does the circumcision.
ahem**clears throat
ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND, WOMAN?!?!?!?!
She may as well piss on my forehead. Hey, would you be willing to pay half the costs for the Baptism?!?! I thought not. So, why do I have to pay for a man who does stuff I don’t understand to travel to perform a ceremony that I don’t subscribe to?
And since I’m here in San Antonio instead of at home where Robin and I would not have problems like this I have to swallow it like a good little boy or I end up fighting with my in-laws in a strange place.
Boy howdy, this is just wonderful. Oh, and I catch hell for wanting to take my son to the store as well.
I adore Robin more than I can possibly say, but her mother leaves a very bitter taste in my mouth. I can’t wait until we move up to Pennsylvania to leave this all behind.
-Dave