I can't really remember the first weeks when I moved it but I remember getting into a routine. I did certain jobs on certain days and wanted to turn my role as a homemaker into a job. It did anger me a little when John walked in thinking at times I had done nothing. I am expected to cook the meals and wash up after but yes I like looking after him, especially if he has had a long stressful day at work.
One day, quite unexpected, my dad popped around. It was nice to see him. We had a lovely chat but he did tell me some home truths. Things were said that he would never be able to say to me a few months ago. Basically he said I should embrace my role as a housewife (not yet a wife). I was never going to have a sucessful career and my job was going no where. But here was John providing for me. My dad doesn't actually know how strict John can be but I think he had a clue. Everyone knew how I had changed my apperance from this tomboy to a feminine girly girl but most people assumed this change was all me.
"Why can't I just wear jeans sometimes". I blurted out to my dad. "Because Kate, he wants to see you in in a lovely dress or pretty skirt. You don't get that affect in a pair of tight jeans and remember how you complained about your last boyfriends who showed no interest?"
He had a point, John was so loving compared to my last realtionships. I enjoyed our chat and felt happier about myself.
Later that evening John turned up and I asked if I could go out with the girls from the office. Someone else was leaving and they planned to go for something to eat and then off to a club. Great to catch up. No was the answer in part. John didn't want me to go clubbing and mentioned the people were a bad influence. In the end he took me out for a meal which was actually really nice but I did think it would be nice for night with the girls.
John the announced that every Tuesday his mother would be visiting to take me out shopping and to start to plan for our wedding. He had started to open up a bit about his mother and even told me what to wear when she comes around. Skirts were out, it would have to a this horrible linen floral dress with glossy stockings and heels. I still disliked being told what to wear but by now agreed to it. John was not telling me what to wear everyday, he would would just choose a skirt or dress if we were eating out.
John was in a flutter that Tuesday morning and stood over me while I got dressed. He told me to wear my hair in two plaits but I said no. This started a little argument but he did not insist. He went off to work and about an hour later the MIL arrived! Johns mother is called Linda and at the time that was all I knew about her. She kissed me as I opened the door and commented on my dress. To my shock she then touched my leg and I felt my suspender belt push in. "Good, I hate girls wearing tights, that's a sign of a lady". I didn;t say I hated tights and stockings to her.
She went into the kitchen and just started cleaning the work surfaces. I thought they were clean. Soon after we went into town. We looked at several wedding dresses, none really I liked but she took her fancy to one and even phoned up my mum to discuss it. I didn't even knew they talked but apparently they had been out to lunch. We had lunch and then she bought some undies and a skirt. She asked if I was okay for essentials but decided I wasn't and into the basket went some stockings.
Later that afternoon she drove me to the WI. Oh no, I am too young for the womens institute. I would rather be at work than this. Expecting the room to be filled with the over 70's I was surprised. Well it was mainly older people but there was a women there my age(ish). Her name is Louise and her mother dragged along to 6 months ago and she now comes every week. I think this was a set-up but it worked. Finially someone to talk to. Okay, quick fact file, Louise is 35, married with 2 girls under 5. Her husband is a doctor and has similair views as John. I have never seen her in jeans, even when she hads kids and she moans a lot about her husband and her mother in law. Sounds too familiar.
All in all I suppose it wasn't a bad day with the MIL. She cooked tea in the evening, I think she thought I wasn't feeding her son properly. I couldn't wait for her go though. As soon as her car was off the drive John turned the TV and told me to slip out of my dress. I said can't we go upstairs but he was already stripping off. I took my dress off and I felt very vunerable and shy but that didn't stop John. I prefer the bedroom but the settee had to do this time. It was nice.
Well I learnt that the Tuesday meeting with MIL was a fixture from now on, looks like my Tuesdays would never be the same again.
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