<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837040916050778045</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:55:02.139-07:00</updated><category term='in-laws speak-up'/><title type='text'>myheartvents</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartvents.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837040916050778045/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartvents.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anamika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727249819806668565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837040916050778045.post-7500432518069828789</id><published>2009-06-29T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:27:49.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in-laws speak-up'/><title type='text'>Heart in right place</title><content type='html'>Hi readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my very first blog. I have decided to write to be able to deal with the situation and to hear from people who go through the same. I am Indian and hope i find somebody who can relate to my situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very average person. Through I have been always on top through out my unmarried life, it changed after I got married.  For many reasons it happened. I was very good in academics but not household thing. And as they say it is really the first impression is the last impression. I leraned so many things aftre my marraige w.r.t. household chores.....including cooking...."i am not as good" is still the mindset for my in-laws. Initial period was so hard and constant 'advice sessions' were not good for my mental health. Though I was from professional education background, my english was not very good and my husband was in US and I needed to settle there. I learnt english well, did my further education, have a kiddo and it has been a long married journey...about 12 years. I am still being judge by in-laws and being compared with other over-achiever indian women here in US. I am an average mother, average housewife, average employee, average wife. Average, average, average.....but still juggle everything, if not excellent result I get by. And that becomes an issue when in-laws come. I can not as good food as my MIL does. I am not so organized, so I forget if a have piece of paper in my hand and leave it somewhere else. And the list goes on.......I do not know how to speak-up. I keep everything to my heart and keep boiling. I wish somebody can understand how much pain i go through to achieve in a day what I do....being an average mind person.  I would love if I am seen as a family member and not as performing person at work where one gets judge at work one does. If food is not cooked well, instead of thinking.."at-least she cooks..." . I get "o, no body would touch food like this", 'third rate'.....In spite of working hard where i have no interests, no sense of accomplishement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it is just us - no in-laws. They are nice but way to interferring in out lives. And making sure that things are done the way they do it. They help and takes care of my 5 years old kiddo. But if I forget to take out my kiddo's  clothes to wear during the day time, when I come home it is a big issue...I am always fearful to go home....'what would i have missed at home that as soon as I reach home I will get welcome with!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more I can write, enough for today! 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