When ‘Just A Joke’ Isn’t Funny
Sitting on my FIL’s couch breastfeeding my youngest having a pleasant conversation with DH and FIL about what we were watching on the tv. I felt a tug on my hair and before I could pull completely away, I heard the scissors close. There’s my MIL and my 4 yr old standing behind the couch, both laughing as she holds a large portion of what was my bun.
The three of us turned and stared at her. It was like looking at a cartoon villain. I’m f*cking devastated and trying not to cry in front of my children. DH starts yelling asking her if she is insane. My 4yr old starts to cry, which is followed by MIL who tearfully claims “It’s just a joke, it’ll grow back. We thought y’all would laugh”. The whole situation falls apart with DH arguing on my behalf, my 3 children and I crying, MIL snot bubble sobbing, and FIL trying to get us all to calm down. We end up leaving with DH telling his Dad to divorce his wife because being married to an overgrown 8-year-old is probably illegal. Which I would have giggled at if I wasn’t so upset.
DH drives us around looking for a stylist that will take a walk-in, and I call my SIL to come to sit with me. She meets us at her stylist’s workplace. She was off work but came back as a favor (thank god). Looking at my tattered hair was horrible. Large chunks were gone, and the length was all over the place. It was awful. I felt like I lost a body part.
Luckily the stylist was very talented and salvaged my hair to right above my shoulders. It looks nice, but I’m still sad looking at it. I don’t know how long it’ll take to get over this. MIL sent me a couple of half-a**ed apology texts, like “Sorry but don’t be a baby hair does grow ya know” type sh*t.