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Mother-In-Law Mall
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Mother-In-Law Stories
July 8, 2004
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I've been following this
web site for a few years, and I always found it very "interesting".
DH and I just got married in April, after being together for 4 1/2
years. I wanted to actually say something positive - and that is
that I got a great MIL. MIL and I get along so well. We talk,
go shopping, and all that cool girly stuff. She's the best, because
my mother died when I was young, so it's nice to have someone to
spoil me. DH, however, got the short end of the stick. I'd rather
vent about my step-b!tch and how she treats us. Oh yeah, our wedding???
That's a totally different story for later (my cheap parents - his
were darling).
Signed - DH Got The Short
End of the Stick
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In April I moved cross-country
to join my DF. We live 2 hours from his parents. That month I
received all my furniture, my car, transitioned my job, and am taking
classes towards my Ph.D. to boot. I soon came to realize that every
weekend was "theirs". She calls at 8 AM every Saturday
and expects a detailed report on the day's activities, which she
promptly feeds back to the rest of her family, edits included.
The icing on the cake was Mother's Day, the weekend that I had a
major 30-page research paper due. She had already sucked up the
prior weekend by insisting that we spend the entire Sunday biking
with them. By the way, she called me Saturday at 8 AM and I promptly
responded that I couldn't due to school. She hung up on me and
called my DF, who didn't know that I had vetoed, so he said yes!
She is a master of divide-and-conquer, and will manipulate anything
to get her way. Anyway, she insisted on throwing a Mother's Day
picnic at our house, and she did not even ask me. But, she, instead,
made covert calls to my DF at work. I had no say as to who to invite,
but I guess I got some consideration because I was allowed to declare
the start time (???). She even alienated folks whom I would have
invited, my future SIL's family who lives in this town. I hardly
know anyone here, so what is the harm in meeting them? Nonetheless,
my DF had to call his own brother to say that they weren't invited.
I am now mortified to accept their invitations, thinking that they
may think that I shunned them at the first opportunity I had. Well,
the party went on despite my paper and the fact that 8 full rooms
of furniture had been delivered the day before. "Best"
of all, she insisted on bringing all the food, which consisted of
$2 wine bottles and fresh produce hauled without refrigeration in
the back of a pickup truck through extreme heat. Needless to say,
the meat arrived rancid, and I spent the night to come vomiting,
just after finishing my paper at 1 AM. Because I left the party
at 7 PM to finish, she was on the horn to my DF by 8 AM the next
morning to discuss my "attitude" and to suggest that I
needed help for depression, because I didn't seem happy to see her.
I am a rational person who has seen a great deal of the world and
different cultures, yet I still have no idea how to adapt to this.
Help!
Signed - Welcome to MY
Family!
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Frequent
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- YogaGirl, 1 of 4 needed /Posted: 8-JUL-04
Now, prepare to laugh out loud at the ridiculousness of this story.
DH and his sister had a very close relationship growing up, but
she is still stuck there. For example, during the first Christmas
that we lived together, SIL cried, insisting that DH spend the
night at home with mom, dad, and her, because they had to walk
down the steps in order, like they did every year (he is 30 and
she is 33). She's insane. Three days before our wedding, she
decided to tell us about a "boyfriend", and she went
on to describe her dream man. He's a fireman, he's Irish, he
plays the bagpipes, he's hot. He looks like a calendar boy.
Now, no offense to her, but she has completely let herself go,
and she is very whiny and high maintenance. And, unless she looked
like a hot rock star, this man that she described probably would
not have fallen for her. She told a tale of him serenading her
under her window with candles, flowers, and I-love-yous on the
eve of my rehearsal dinner. She literally described a scene out
of a movie. You know, stuff that doesn't happen to anyone in
the real world. I told her to bring him to the wedding. She
replied no, because she wanted us to have all the attention, not
her and her new hunky man. At this point, I was definitely disbelieving
the reality of this man existing, but I gave her the benefit of
the doubt. I was too busy to think too much about it. A year
went on of this incredibly romantic hunk. He sends flowers every
day, writes romantic poetry, takes her to the finest, most romantic
spots for dinner, and such. Honestly, this man is, at this point,
just not real. We begged for her to bring him home to meet us
all the time, but he was always too busy working to ever do so.
He was always free to do all the other things though, and this
man, who, by the way, wants to marry her, but she wants to take
it slow, has no time to meet her family or her friends. A year
later, no one had ever met him. My monster-in-law went to see
her just about every other weekend, and he always seemed to be
away every time. It's odd that a fireman goes away so much, isn't
it? So, then, when the pressure got very heated about our need
to meet this guy, you won't believed what happened next. He was
coming to pick her up, and they we're going to go to the train
station to go to MIL and FIL's house, when he never showed. She
assumed that he blew her off, and she came without him. So, we
continue asking about him all the time, and she never heard from
him. So, she decided to call the fire station where he works
to find that he was hit by a train on his way to get her that
night. Now, since neither one ever met each other's family or
friends, no one knew how to call her to tell her that her beau
(for over a year) had been killed. So, not believing a word of
this I played devils advocate and said, "They couldn't have
looked in his cell phone or his date book? Surely they'd at least
heard of you." To which she responded, "He had all
that with him when he got hit and it was destroyed." Quick
thinking for someone who didn't even know that he had died till
3 months later, right? So, I couldn't take it anymore. I looked
up every single newspaper in the city, searching for any fireman
by his name (we never were told a last name) being hit by a train
and killed - nothing. Now, you can't tell me that a fireman in
a big city being hit clear on by a train would not have made news.
I searched the train accident archives - nothing. The bottom
line is that she was threatened by her little brother finding
love and marrying, so she made up a man - the perfect man, and
then killed him off when it came time to meet the family. On
the one hand I feel sad for her to do something so desperate -
to make up such a lavish long-standing lie. But, on the other
hand, do I need to go there? That whole thing is messed up.
She, just like her mother, needs constant attention, and will
do anything to get it. I honestly don't know how my DH came out
of that house sane. And, last but not least - when she heard
of his death, she was at a bar near her home. She called my DH,
weeping uncontrollably, saying that she locked herself in the
lady's room. She was numb, and so distraught about the death
of her dream man (a death three months prior, that she didn't
know about). When she was OK with the fact that my DH was worried
about her being locked in a stall and feeling so horrible for
her loss, she moved onto the next sucker who believed this story,
and the next, and the next.
Signed - Can You Say Drama-Queen
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