Maybe some of my flat mood is due to some odd interactions with DH's family this weekend. Even DH says that speaking to his eldest son lately leaves him feeling 'hollow'. Batman has always made me feel like that, but I'm devastated that he now seems to be shutting his dad out too. I'm hoping its just that he's 18, his world revolves around himself and his friends and nothing outside that holds any interest.
I love DH's sister. She and her husband are childless by choice which makes us an odd couple but she's fun and warm and kind. His father is always nice to me but has reached that grumpy age and is terribly competitive with DH. His mother on the other hand I find a bit of a cold fish. After 6-7 years I still cannot have a conversation with her that does not involve DH's ex-wife. I cannot tell you how much this pisses me off. I don't know if she is being exceptionally rude or exceptionally stupid. Her favourite son, Dh's younger brother, is the inspiration behind The Offspring song 'Pretty fly for a white guy' [Friends say he's trying too hard, and he's not quite hip. But in his own mind he's the, he's the dopest trip]. He lives in a house that Mummy bought him, his daughter goes to a private school that Mummy pays for and drives a car that Mummy bought. He runs a business that DH and I set up and later sold to him but has never paid for, in which Mummy has 'invested' hundreds of thousands of dollars just to keep it afloat and the mistress paid each week. I really like his wife and daughter, but very rarely see them, because we can't bear his posturing about how well he's doing.
None of them are going to be the least bit interested