I like my own shoes, lady.

So my mother in law threw an Indian party for me when I first arrived in Murray to introduce me to all the Indian folks who live here. There was a lovely little cake laid out on the table, made by my sweet, sister-in-law, that read "Welcome Megs". I was wearing Indian clothes and everything seemed to be going great until the final guest (insert angry-glare emoticon) arrived.

Her bright red pants initially appealed to me because, hey, who doesn't love a pair of red pants, right?

I had just finished dinner, had heaped my plate with chocolate cake and was just about to dig in when she sauntered into the room and, very casually, said to me, "You have big shoes to fill".  I looked up at her wondering what in the world she was talking about. She continued, "Your mother in law. She's amazing. I don't know how you're going to fill her shoes".

Pause.

Wait. WHAT?

Before I could wrap my head around what she was saying she began speaking again, "She is so organized. If I were you I'd be intimidated to marry Jonathan because he'd expect you to look after him the same way his mom did. You have very big shoes to fill."

By this point I was seeing red. And no, I don't mean I was staring at her pants. :P

My father in law interrupted before she could continue furthur and said, "If you think Bella is organized, you haven't met Meghna or her parents". To which Mrs Red pants responded saying, "WELL, maybe her parents are but.." (and she nods in my direction) "I don't know about her".

At this point it is safe to say that the chocolate cake in my mouth was being angrily ground to pulp as I stared at her, trying not to say something mean.

Gee thanks Mrs Red pants. That's exactly what a newly wed wants to hear.

Ok ok, let's break this down. Why did I get so mad? Simple answer - I just got married. And for someone who just got married I've been doing a darn good job of being a wife. And some lady who doesn't even know me has completely poo-poo'd all that and has already concluded that I am going to be inadequate. Which I know isn't true. Her callousness and ignorance are what led me to completely blow my top. Not once did she bother finding out if Jonathan was looking after me well. All that mattered was that the man had to be taken care of and babied.

So unfair.

Should I have let myself get upset over this? I don't know. But I did. Because (and I wish I could've told her this but alas! Social etiquette demands otherwise)
a) I'm a great wife. Well, at most times :-P .
b) It's not my job to be my husband's mom.
c) I like my own shoes, lady.