Have you ever called him by your late husband’s name? And not for anything special – just asking him to bring the laundry upstairs. Fortunately he had a good sense of humour about it (and a short memory).
Or better yet, they sit in the comfort of their own home, surf the web, and hunt you through your status updates and Facebook photos you get tagged in. Yes, that was us in the Dominican, frolicking on the beach. While I’d like to believe the best in everyone, that they are merely looking out for me, I am not so naive.
I am waiting for the proverbial poop to hit the fan. They can simply spy through the blinds across the street or stalk her house at all hours of the night pretending they were “just stopping by to say hi”.
Do you ever think about your husband when you are with him?
Not during very private moments, if that is what you are getting at.
Every situation is different and I would emphasize that not all in-laws are the same. I left the pictures up all over the house, I kept his wedding ring in my jewellery box, I carried his love letters in my purse.