There was a Carolyn Hax chat at the Post today, and I always know I can widen my perspective and come away a little better person for reading her peacemaking.
Or she’ll tell it to you straight when you need to hear it.
A woman wrote in, an avid gardener with pollenizers here, veggies there, an herb garden on the side. They’d bought the house three years ago. Her mother had found out she was terminally ill and so dug up her own sage and thyme bushes and gifted them to her daughter for her new house before she passed.
The writer’s father-in-law hated her yard and was not shy about saying so.
And so while the couple was away on vacation, he paid someone to come over to their house, rip out the front and side yards and replace them with what he thought it ought to look like. Why plant flowers when you can have neatly edged mulch?
She was furious and he was furious at her for not being grateful, after all, he’d spent a lot of money on this.
Carolyn was furious, too. She said taking the woman’s husband up on the offer to replant her things together as much as possible would be putting her marriage first and she said if she were going to offer any advice on this that’s what it would be, but no, she most certainly did not have to apologize to her FIL!
At the end of the chat she said her responses were being slow because she had never had so many people write in in response to a question before–all in defense of that poor gardener grieving her mother and those lost plants and connections.
Former copyeditor that I am, I noticed that pollenizer and pollinator were both used in their conversation.
I had to go check that out.
Pollinator is something that conveys pollen from flower to flower. Pollenizer is a plant that offers pollen, that feeds the bees and the hummingbirds. My Stella cherry is a pollenizer for itself but not for my tart English Morello. Got it.
I mentioned the letter to my husband. My easygoing, always-look-at-both-sides husband.
MOVE, he said with emotion, surprising me. There can be no communication with someone who willfully will not hear you like that.
Move to where he cannot easily reach you to trespass like that ever again?
YES.
That had been my first thought, too.
But then (in our case it was a bad boss, not a relative) 38 years ago, we did exactly that.