About 2 years ago, my MIL gave my (then 3 years old) kids some 12"x12" handmade tiles, one-of-a-kind, absolutely beautiful, and exceedingly heavy. Also, they don’t match the decor of my house in the least. I don’t know how to hang them (too heavy) and don’t match the house anyway (parrot and fish pictures). So they laid around just inside the door where I put them when we got home that day…ever since then. They were a beautiful, expensive, but really unsuitable impulse purchase. I wasn’t ungrateful, but I couldn’t use them.
Well, at the time they were given us, we were at my sister in law’s house. She has fish decor. And her father (who was there, and is in the fish business) absolutely swooned over the fish one. Dilemma: to keep what is utterly useless to me around the house, never displaying it…or to give it to a relative (or her father) who would adore it? I talked to SIL, she said she’d like to give it to her father.
So, when we were told to bring our kids up at 8pm on Friday night, I thought that would be when SIL would be there, dropping off her kids also. Only they weren’t there, and the tile was in a plain paper bag. In all the commotion - unloading the van, managing kids, I failed to communicate why the tile was there, or for whom. Then my husband and I went away the next morning early, for the day. My MIL found the tile in the bag and jumped to what I believe was the only logical (to her) conclusion: that I didn’t like it and was giving it back to her without saying a word.
Now, MIL doesn’t communicate very effectively. If I found such a thing in my house, I might well be offended or hurt, but at least I would be careful to ask “I found this, what did you want to do with it?” or something. But she makes assumptions and doesn’t attempt to clarify their accuracy. When my husband and I got back, I couldn’t find the bag, so asked where it had gone. MIL got testy: “I’ll just keep it here.” Testy-like. And I got up my courage and said “But I already told SIL I was going to give it to her.” Well, MIL brightened up a bit and said that was okay. Except I know it wasn’t, and this family has a policy of making the past something that CANNOT be discussed again. Ever. It’s in the past, it’s over, we won’t speak of it ever again - even if it was yesterday, and still bothering somebody. So if I try to “bring up the past” and discuss it, there will be even greater hostility, making things worse.
I hate it when my intentions are irrelevent. They weren’t irrelevent to me. I was trying to take a good gesture on MIL’s part, and turn it into a good gesture on my part. Instead, I’m the bad guy. Maybe I should’ve just given the tiles to a thrift store, thrown them in the garbage, or…yeah, that’s it…stored them in my house for 20 years.