Oh, where do I even start. I'm sorry, I just have to tell the entire story now

So my MIL invited Julia (the aforementioned ex) over so that they could visit and talk about her stay in the "foreign country". She was in England on exchange with the LSE for the year. If that wasn't intimidating enough, my in-laws think the sun falls and rises with her. It wouldn't have been as bad as it was if they'd also invited the rest of her family over (with whom they're extremely close with), but... yeah, it was just her. Oh, and Bee's brother and his wife and daughter also came over. Bee's bro went upstairs to play at my FIL's new computer, so I was stuck downstairs with the girls trying not to look or feel out of place.
Dinner was Chinese take-out, and if you know me, I cringe at the Chinese takeout that my in-laws like to order. My gastronomical senses were severely offended by the butchering of my country's food

So I sat there pretending to be completely fascinated by my food, trying not to feel awkward about the whole situation (which I very much did).
I really did try to give it a chance, but... there really was nothing I could talk about during the entire conversation. At one point my whole immigration situation was brought up, and my in-laws were like, "Well Nini can't really work right now" and I was like "...well actually I'm getting my work card soon," and everyone was like "Oh, that's great." Then went back to discussing how the lifts in England were very annoying.
It was a night where pretty much every insecurity I had about myself was magnified... I don't know if that makes sense or not

And I felt like I should've sucked it up because Bee's family is very close to Julia's and we will see them again and again and again. I don't think it's a lack of tact on my in-laws' part, it's just the nature of their longstanding and close relationship with her family's. Compared to other things, this is really something very little to complain about, but... *sigh* Certainly made me feel pretty icky.
At the end of the night when Bee came home from work, we went out to the local bar with Bee's best friend who was in town from NYC. Having known the situation I'd been in (and him not caring for the ex at all), Bee's BFF kindly offered comfort food, then let me vent for a bit, and then kept me entertained for the rest of the night. Now that's friendship