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Mother-In-Law Stories
June 26, 2004
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We had a party at our
home. DS was three at the time, and was going through one of his
"stages". Early in the party, he had called another child
an idiot, and said that he was stupid. I pulled him aside and issued
a warning that if he could not behave himself, he would spend time
in his room. Another mother (friend) was standing nearby, sympathetic
to my cause. MIL walked by and very blatantly rolled her eyes at
me. Let it go - consider the source, right? Several hours later,
my son broke into an all-out temper tantrum. I took him to his
room for time-out. We had to walk through a fairly populated area
of the house, and I was getting the terrified looks of soon-to-be
parents, so I apologized and said, "It's a stage." MIL,
in front of a room full of our friends, said, "IT'S NOT A STAGE,
IT'S HER!" Then she came toward me to take my son from my
arms. That was the last straw. I snapped. I held out my arm,
meaning to make her keep her distance, and I inadvertently pushed
her (lightly), and yelled, "YOU ARE OUT OF LINE, WOMAN".
Signed - Out Of Line
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MIL claims to be a righteous
woman, who is content to live simply. But, she acts so jealous
in other people's homes, it's awful. I could see it, maybe, if
we had a big show of wealth going on here, but we are firmly planted
in the middle class (barely). I mean, picture the Connors' house
on the Roseanne show (o.k., we don't have pictures of poker-playing
dogs), the old furniture, cranky appliances, etc. She always has
an eagle eye out for anything new or appealing - any little gadget
or article of clothing. She'll snatch something up and claim that
I don't "use" it, so it's being "wasted" and
I should give it to her. And, she never wants one like it - she
wants THAT one (even decorative items or family things with sentimental
value). I feel like nailing everything down. DH thinks that we
should just continue to let her, but sometimes I can't easily go
out and replace what she carries off, or don't want to. Sometimes,
I've been bold enough to say that I'm not done with that item, or
that it was a gift from my family, and she pouts and reminds us
of her fragile health. I need a good comeback.
Signed - My House Is
Not A Flea Market
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I slept only one hour
the night before I gave birth to my first child. I specifically
told DH that I didn't want anyone at the hospital besides him, but
he invited his parents (whom I do mind) and BIL's DF (whom I don't
mind). He kept leaving the delivery room to make sure that they
were O.K., and he invited them back a few hours later to visit "us"
again in my hospital room - without asking me. When he told me,
I let him know that I was upset, but he said that he couldn't tell
them "no" after he already invited them. I was miserable
the whole time that they were there, and they insisted on taking
pictures - mostly of THEMSELVES with the baby. Weeks later, a nice
family friend saw their pictures from the hospital while we were
at the in-laws' home. She told me that I looked good, considering
I just had a baby. MIL piped up, "She didn't look that good
in real life. She must have mustered up all she had for that picture."
So, in other words, I looked like he!! (thanks!), but you decided
to stay and play with my baby to make yourself feel good while you
made me more miserable than I needed to be (thanks again!!).
Signed - Alone With Satan's
Family in Sin City
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