A few days ago (I didn't post this right away since I thought I could let it go), my ex. MIL told me a "story". She always says this when she got a point to make. She said she was in the park and there she met this lady and started to chat with her. She soon found out she was a physician. She said: she was a single mother with two small children, and she didn't want to live in poverty anymore, so she desided to go to med school and become a physician. It was hard work but as she said "she did it". Yada yada. Well, you get the idea. In total denial that I could accually be sick for real. Or that a quick rest or a cold medecine would take care of it. I sent her Devin Starnabyl's info for family members, but either she never bothered to read it, or she thinks I am a hypochondriac. I don't really think she has the right to begin with. We have only brief contact with eachother, a quick chat after she droppes of my son on Sundays after seeing him for a couple of hours. She doesn't know what's going on between those walls. I have a lady from another church hwho helps me out when things get hard for me, and she knows my MIL, she wondered a couple of times if she really understand how sick I am, and all the struggles I have. I said, I don't think so. I think, and this other lady does too- that she is very surface oriented and doesn't want any problems in her outwardly perfect world. I just needed to rant, I have had built up frustrations with her from before, and this cute little "story" just added to it. I am a black dot on her perfect white little table cloth. Ohhhhhhh! I just needed to rant, I am shaking just from writing this,,,,I get so upset! She got no business anyway, we have very little contact. Thanks for listening!!