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Mother-In-Law Mall
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Mother-In-Law Stories
June 8, 2004
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MIL does not like dogs.
When she was little, she was frightened by a neighborhood dog (it
probably was able to sense her evil aura). Since she still has
strong negative feelings about dogs, to this day, she feels that
no one should have a dog. That, of course, includes us. DS and
DD would love a dog. But, I am getting furious at the way that
she is trying to convince my kids that all dogs are bad. If she
keeps this up, she will have them afraid, too. I am not unsympathetic
to her fears. I am sure that she had a significant trauma as a
youngster. However, my children did not have that same experience,
and to make them afraid of every dog is just not right. She has
told them that dogs can be vicious and that they can't be trusted.
I have cautioned them about stray dogs, and about how to approach
a dog on a leash or in a friend's home. But, I feel that owning
a dog can be a wonderful experience, and can teach a child so much.
I do not believe that all dogs are inherently evil, and I have to
do damage control whenever I hear her ranting. She rarely misses
an opportunity to elaborate on the topic. I guess that she is deathly
afraid that we will get a dog someday. Hey, maybe adopting a dog
is my ticket to getting out of seeing her, at least 50% of the time.
She also dislikes cats, and believes that they jump into cribs and
kill babies.
Signed - Off To The Pound
to Adopt A Pooch
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When does MIL begin to
treat you like a human, like you are on the same level as she is???
DH and I have known each other (either as friends or dating) from
the time that we were eighth graders. We are now twenty-seven and
have been married for about two years. We are in true and absolute
love. But my MIL is another story. My relationship with my MIL
used to be great, until the day that I said, "I do," with
her lovely and only son. Over the past two years, she has done
several things that have upset me. I have just begun to notice
one more hurtful thing. On several occasions, when I am speaking
to my FIL, my MIL (not so secretively) has rolled her eyes. I am
not trying to steal her DH from her. I have my own!!! She constantly
treats me as if I am a dog who stole her son away from her; and,
sometimes, I am lucky enough to be treated as a child. When do
MILs stop treating you as children and begin treating you like an
adult??? A couple of months ago, DH and I secretly began trying
to get pregnant. On several occasions, my MIL has made snide remarks
to us that we need to wait to have children. Every time she makes
these remarks I get infuriated!!!!!! I did not ask for her input,
and I don't want it. I am asking you all, are we too young???
I thought that waiting until we are twenty-seven was waiting long
enough! I know that she will just be hotter than a flame when she
finds out that we are expecting. I know that I should just ignore
her, but these comments, and the way I have been treated, have really
deeply hurt my feelings. I don't think I can take anymore!!!!
I honestly think that she thinks I don't see her anger and resentment
towards me. But it is very clear!!!! Please, if you have any advice,
feel free to let it roll!
Signed - Always A Kiddo
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This weekend, MIL was feeling bad because she hasn't
spent any time with us and we're leaving soon (read - all her "boy
friends" were busy). She said, "Let's all go to the beach,
and then I'll buy us all lunch!" Sounds nice, but this was
right when we were waking up in the morning. When MIL said, "Let's
go," she meant that she wanted to leave within 15 minutes.
We have 3 kids to get ready, breakfast, etc., not to mention getting
ready ourselves. So, we rushed around, and she just stood there
waiting, not trying to help in any way, unless you count grabbing
the baby the second that I put him down, playing with him until
he cried, and then handing him off to me again being helpful! We
finally got ready and we got there. We forgot the stroller in all
the rushing around - MIL didn't even pack a towel, so she had to
use mine. MIL proceeded to lay out in the sun, in her bikini, because
she wanted a tan, and wanted everyone on the beach looking at the
47 year old grandma who was "so hot". She isn't hot,
but she lost a lot of weight, so now she thinks that she is. By
the way, did I mention that she was already tanked? She was drinking
before we went to the beach. Yes, that early in the morning - it's
the weekend, remember, she's always drunk on the weekend. She didn't
build sand castles with the children or look for shells, etc. She
just laid down and went to sleep. The sun went away after about
an hour, the baby was getting cold and restless, and the kids were
hungry, because they didn't get a good breakfast. So, we told MIL
that we'd had enough beach, and started packing up, thinking that
we're going for lunch. Nope, now MIL had to go to her boss/best
friend's because she was depressed and wanted to go shopping. She
said that she would buy us lunch or dinner the next day. She insisted
that we all walk to her car to help her carry her stuff, and then
she said that she would drive us over to our car. It was only a
block away, but I didn't want the kids riding without car seats.
We told her that we would walk. She insisted that we leave all
of our stuff in her trunk. We started to just take the diaper bag,
and she again insisted that we leave it in the trunk. Stupidly,
I agreed. Well, of course, we got to the car and DH had put the
keys in the diaper bag, along with his wallet, etc. Luckily, he
had a soggy dollar bill in his pocket. He got change and called
MIL's cell phone to ask her to come back and give us our diaper
bag. She got all huffy, "I just had a hard drive home. I
can't believe I have to drive out there again." The beach
is a ten minute drive on surface streets! So, she came back, we
got our keys. And, by the time we got back home, she was already
walking out the door. She came home 4 hours later with $110 worth
of clothes/jewelry from a chain store that is best suited for teen
girls, not 47 year olds. The top was see-through lace. I truly
thought that it was lingerie, and a miniskirt so short that she
better not bend over! She got all dressed up in her new clothes,
and went out drinking again. The next day (remember we're supposed
to do lunch or dinner together), she went out drinking again, and
didn't bother coming home for lunch or dinner. Then, she finally
showed up at 7pm with fast food - but only for herself and grandma.
Now, granted, she's an annoying alcoholic, but DH was leaving in
2 weeks, and she likely wouldn't see him again for 3 years (we're
moving to Europe with the military). All during the week, she cried
about how we're taking her grandkids away, and how she couldn't
believe that we're moving that far. She said that she was going
to miss us so much, yet on the weekends we couldn't get her to spend
any time with us. DD actually called her on it on Sunday, "You're
going out again? Why don't you stay at home with me?" Her
grandma said, "I spend time with you every night during the
week, don't make me feel guilty for going out on my day off."
Well, actually, she went out Thursday and Friday night, Saturday
afternoon and night, and all day Sunday. But, god forbid a 4 year
old wanted to spend time with her grandma! And, I guarantee you
that this woman will cry a river when we leave, and will call us
like crazy, crying on the phone. But, guess what?
Signed - I'm Not Answering
The Phone
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