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Mother-In-Law Mall
A place to find great gifts!
and products related to mothers-in-law and other family members.
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Mother-In-Law Stories
July 6, 2004
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Worst gift: One year
for Christmas, MIL gave us a basket from the video store that was
filled with the soda and popcorn that they offer. I was wondering
why she gave her daughter and her husband a washer and dryer. I
was ready to kill her!!!
Signed - Soda And Popcorn
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Worst gift: We live
400 miles from MIL. Last holiday season I got home from work and
I found wrappings and tags under the coffee table. "Where did
these come from?" I asked. MIL had sent DH a package. Standard
Xmas gifts: socks, CDs, and gift cards. I saw the shipping box
on the floor with my gifts - no tags, no ribbons or bows. It was
just four boxes of contact solution that she stole from her job
at the optometrist in town. They were marked "NOT FOR RESALE".
Can you feel the love?
Signed - Glad To Be Out-of-State
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- yogagirl, 1 of 4 needed /Posted: 6-JUL-04
This is about the weekend with MIL. The night
began with me, SIL and the monster talking about gardening. I
live in the country, and I was raised a beach girl, so the massive
increase in insects, mice, and snakes that come along with living
in the country literally bugs me out. I love plants and crazy
flowers, and my home looks looks like a garden inside. I do gardening
outside also, but usually require my husband to help me, because
I am terrified of snakes. And, well, not much more to say about
that. So she began, of course, by how wonderful she is in the
garden, and that she is so much better than me, and that her house
is so beautiful because no one gardens like her. So I cut into
her obnoxious, self-praising BS by stating, "I'm better inside
than out. You know that creepy crawlies and slithering things
freak me out." Where her response fits in, I have no idea,
but she stated, "How are you ever going to be a good mother
if you won't go outside to play with your children"??????!
I responded by saying, "How does playing outside and digging
my hands in these critters home equate? I love being outside,
I love hiking, and the beach. I just don't particularly enjoy
sticking my hands into a snake's home." She said, "Well,
I always did everything with my children, and you'd better get
over it, because kids need to get dirty with their mother."
This woman will take anything I do differently than she does,
and turn it into a conversation about how I don't take care for
her son well enough, and how I certainly won't care for her grandchildren
well enough. BLAH, BLAH, FREAKING BLAH!! We moved onto what
DH and I did the night before. We rented a movie and watched
it before going to bed. "How can any woman watch that movie,
that's disgusting? And I can't believe that you let my little
boy watch that. He's going to have nightmares," and so on
and so on. Yes, she spoke about her 30-year-old son like he was
4. I responded by saying that DH wanted to see the movie along
with me, and that I think we're old enough to decide if we want
to watch that kind of movie. As if I didn't even speak, she interrupted
DH talking with his dad to yell at him for letting me make him
watch that "disgusting movie". I wrote in another entry
about the next to come lecture about me not changing my name,
you know, because SIL has made the name into something that is
not only respected across the US, but around the world. There
was much more after, but I became pretty numb by then, ready to
use a loaf of bread to make her shut up. Following this was the
car ride home. I took the opportunity to tell a story of my soon
to be ex-sister in law (she is on my side of the family, and very
screwed up in the head), and how she takes money from her 14 year
old daughter to throw her "drunken b!tches", as she
likes to call them, parties. I went on damning what a horrible
mother she is, because she takes from her hard working little
girl to pay for her bad habits. I went on and on, wondering if
she'd ever pick up on the fact that I was equating the story that
irks the cr@p out of me of when she cashed in the remainder of
my DH's student loan (over $2000) to pay for the giftware that
she wanted, and not only took 2 years to pay it back (and that
was only because I and DH called and bugged every day), but she
paid back $1950 and swore she was done. We paid interest on that
money for years (she took it with no permission and she couldn't
even) - can't even go there. DH and I had just moved in together
and were starting wedding plans. He had no job for a couple of
months, and I was supporting him for a little while. That's a
good mom right there, raising your son to need to be taken care
of by his girlfriend. He wouldn't have needed my assistance if
she hadn't taken and spent his money. Anyway, the night ended
at home with DH and me having a serious b!tch session about how
evil, arrogant, and rude she is, and how I was scared to death
to have children because it's going to get worse. But, it ended
with something I cleared with him before we married: that she
gets one shot at me when it comes to my kids, and that one shot
will be her first and last warning. After that, I will not see
her again and neither will my children. DH grew up feeling so
bad about himself, because she made him feel like he couldn't
do anything on his own. And if he did, she took full credit for
it anyway. I will not allow her to make my children feel bad
and/or demean me as a mother. And, thankfully, my DH agrees with
me. When the sh!t hits the fan, he certainly will know that I
gave it my all.
Signed - Running Very Low On Patience
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