So, I could go on and on. The
wedding. Being the classy, conservative, proper upbringing
type of girl that I am, I had a very classy and unpretentious wedding.
Typically (are you starting to see a pattern here?), my future ILs
contributed NOTHING towards it. I mean, doesn't the groom's
parents pay for something (rehearsal dinner, honeymoon, music, flowers,
anything??). Not only did they contribute NOTHING (cheap),
but they also invited 150 of their closest, casual acquaintances.
This included the car repairmen and gas station attendants, and
their families, the plumber and 21 non English speaking members
of his family, the landlords of the great grandmas, the neighbors
and families of the neighbors whom they had nothing to do with and
secretly (oh, but they love secrets) DISLIKED!!! Can you imagine??
I have pictures of my reception. It was filled with people
whom I have never seen and have never seen since. And, who
paid? My parents and I!!!! It was a lot of money, even
way back when. So, imagine it - my parents had a table of
twelve, I had 2 tables of 10, and my in-laws had 20 tables of 10
- a bunch of strangers. They (oh, did I forget to mention)
have few friends, maybe 10-12 in the universe. Maybe it has
something to do with the fact that they are inveterate liars!
Anyway, the wedding was great, although we, hubby and I, had few
friends there. But, we had a good time with them. The
evening before, we had a barbecue at my apartment on the ocean with
a bunch of friends. Of course, all of my ILs too. My
MIL brought a half pound of chopped liver and a box of crackers!!!
HONEST TO GOD, THAT WAS HER ONLY CONTRIBUTION!!!! Her engagement
present to us was $100 worth of ugly dishes. She split the
cost 8 ways amongst her family. Yes, they did give us a generous
check on our wedding day, but I figured that it cost my parents
more than 10 times that amount to accommodate their group of losers.
Later, they would boast that they helped to purchase our first house.
Again, it was a lot of talk, no $$$. Actually, that was the
first and last gift that we got from them. We have been helping
them out now all along.
Signed - On and On
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This is a short, sad story.
I'm not married, but am almost 30, as is BF (now ex - BF). His
sister is my best friend. Anyway, I'll keep this brief.
They both have to spend every weekend with their parents, who are
very strict. They have to pretend that they don't drink or smoke.
The mother is a religious nut, so they have to go to church, etc.
Both my ex and best mate are very close, but more bound by their shared
sentence. They do what they are told. I was a secret,
because there was danger that it might hurt ex BF's mother if he was
happy with me. I ended it after 2 years of promises. He
would not tell her about me. The father is a weak man - a lovely
man - but weak. He does what he is told. My best friend
didn't care that I broke up with her brother, even though she knew
how happy we made each other. He let me go, and now they can
be with their parents in peace. I have a vision that they will
live together, without relationships, till their parents get even
older and more difficult. By that time, they will move back
in with them and look after them. They are two great people,
bound to a life of fear and guilt. And me, I am bound to the
sad question - when will I ever find a boy like this sweet boy again?
But, his weakness is that he would not stand up for his autonomy and
his basic human right to be happy with someone. I can never
forgive him for being ashamed of me, and that his mother is his true
love. I love them, and I hope that they will be free some day.
And, I hope that that woman burns in he!!.
Signed - Bubble Breaker
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Worst gift: BIL - a
leather jacket. BIL's baby - a suitcase full of clothes.
BIL's wife - a fake pearl collar. DH - a leather jacket.
Me - a used dress (without a sleeve). Her sister had thrown
it out. It "looked" just like me. And, for my
DD - a used, inflatable cartoon character book that used to be my
BIL's baby's. Ah, and that same year my divorced FIL gave my
DD one of those little toys that come with chocolate. It was
given without the chocolate, and it was fully assembled. That
is USED. What's wrong with this family?
Signed - Glad I Live 1200
Miles Away From Them
RESPONSE: Glad I Live 1200 Miles Away
From Them
Is that the worst thing about them, that they're bad at giving gifts?
Or are there other things?
RESPONSE: Glad I Live 1200 Miles Away From Them
What's wrong with them? They don't like you, and they're letting
you know that you and your child are not important to them. I wouldn't
waste another minute of my life on them. What does DH say about the
way they treat you?
RESPONSE: Glad I Live 1200 Miles Away From Them
I'd say that they were cheap if they hadn't bought the others such
good gifts. So I'd say that they are evil.
RESPONSE: Glad I Live 1200 Miles Away From Them
I sure hope that your DH threw the leather jacket back in their faces
and chewed them out for their rudeness towards his wife and child.
RESPONSE: Glad I Live 1200 Miles Away From Them
There's nothing wrong with used. Trash, on the other hand, is a lousy
gift.
RESPONSE: Glad I Live 1200 Miles Away From Them
Next year's shopping for the ILs should be at the nearest flea market.
I just wanted to share the
story of my MIL's MIL. MIL's MIL was the queen of all bad MILs.
We'll call her EVIL MIL. For example: EVIL MIL would visit
my MIL/FIL's house when my DH was young. She would kick my MIL
- we'll call her GOOD MIL- out of the kitchen, and make huge meals
for the whole family. When she'd call the family to the table,
GOOD MIL would find that EVIL MIL had set the table for herself, her
son, and her grandchildren, but not for GOOD MIL! Her excuse
was always, "I didn't know you liked lasagna," or, "I
thought you were on a diet." After all this, my MIL vowed
that she'd never be that kind of MIL. We don't always agree
completely on stuff, but she's never made me feel less than worthy
of her son (sometimes pointing out that her son is the occasional
jerk). I'm not trying to brag about my life, I'm just trying
to show my fellow readers, who have given me so much useful advice
for other family situations, that MILs can LEARN!! Maybe each
generation of MILs can torture the next into improving their behavior,
meaning that EVIL MILs will eventually be bred out of existence.
Until Then, I Will Be ---
Signed - Really, Really
Grateful
RESPONSE: Really, Really Grateful
You made me smile - thanks!
RESPONSE: Really, Really Grateful
I'll bet you are. You must be so grateful that your MIL has an evil
MIL. Unfortunately, it doesn't always work out like that. My MIL's
MIL was a b!tch, but it doesn't stop my MIL from being one.
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