Desperately seeking something

So there is this re-occurring outlandish theme that keeps coming out whenever I talk to myself about my mother in law and sister in law.

Then I remember that it is not possible. They could care less of who I am. Much less what I mean to my husband.

So thinking we'll bond or that somehow they'll value me for being his wife.

Then I tell myself that is my job.

To remain not in the fantasy of things, yet to be the wife my husband needs.

So as I put these ideas aside and leave that room for other conversations with myself to take place.