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Mother-In-Law Stories
September 12, 2004
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I am a 25 year old woman,
married for 7 months. Please bear in mind that my MIL has
a terrible accent when you read my story. A little intro on
her first: 1. She is seeing her 3rd husband (not her
kids' father), whom she divorced, but she is about to marry #4 soon.
3rd DH sued her for money. She only had this house to her
name, so she transferred it to two of her sons (my DH included)
and now they are paying off this debt of her divorce for her.
The moment that the transfer took place, she ran back into this
man's arms. Keep in mind, he is a drunk, and he emotionally
and physically abused her children for years. 2. She
still lives with us and not with hubby #3 so that she can manipulate
us - telling me to get up @ 4 am every morning and mop the house!
Can you believe that cr@p? I am a professional, working woman
and she wants to boss me around? She didn't know what she
had coming when I told her off! She wanted me to make breakfast
for everyone, etc. She wants to live her own life as someone's
wife, but wants to tell me what to do? On top of it all, she
brought her mother (older witch) to live with us as well.
The two of them live off of us, and hate me just the same.
3. She loves to dominate, and hates me because I am headstrong
and I stand up to her. She is used to my DH always taking
her side. 4. She is filthy - she messes up EVERYTHING
when she is cooking, NEVER washes her food processor (mold grows
in it and she still uses it). She puts hairs and flies in
every curry. YES! It's true. 5. She messes
parts of the bathroom and my DH cleans it up for her. He doesn't
want to hurt momma's feelings. 6. She breaks EVERYTHING.
She broke the lids, and even lost one of my new pots. She
breaks appliances, irons, the ironing board, the toaster, the oven
door, the lid of the electrical kettle, place mats, utensils, doors
and cupboards (they are a specialty). She even bent the kitchen
cupboard keys. The list is endless. She even broke the
telephone once. The intelligent madam washed the phone (the
way you would wash dishes) with soap and water in the sink, and
thereafter wanted to know why the phone wasn't working. 7.
She was used to the idea of her other DIL taking care of her family
(brothers and sisters) all the time, while she paraded around with
her BF. And, when I got married, I said, "I am not here
to cater to your family, you get that straight!" So,
she asked my DH to divorce me because I am splitting the family
up. Can you believe it? Her family used to be there
every day! Every weekend! And, if I am in the bedroom
with my DH, they knock on the door and drag him out, take over the
home, TV, kitchen - even the car! I made it clear that they
were no longer going to be allowed to invade. 8. She
swears like a trooper, but she is a LADY. I am a whore (according
to my DH and her) if I have an opinion. 9. She fakes
heart attacks for attention (she can run a marathon the next minute).
10. She wakes up at 5 every morning (because she sleeps the
entire day) and then blasts the radio and makes a huge noise in
the kitchen, shouting and complaining to herself, like it is her
house and we are causing chaos in it. But, at 7:00 PM when
she goes to sleep, there must be total silence. Anyway, the
real reason that I am telling you all this is because, from the
day that I got married, the gossip about me has never ended!
She even comes to my door and listens when my DH and I are intimate
together! She talks about me to ALL of her relatives, and
one in particular. I am busy writing a book about life, or
should I say undying death with her. So, I'll relate one gossip
incident to you: Once, I bought a few veggies for a dish that
I was preparing, and mommy-dearest saw this. She went to Florence
Nightingwhale (her SIL, the nurse) and immediately told her the
juicy details. I bought vegetables and I didn't put them into
the fridge! Praise the Lord!! What a big deal!
What a thing I have done! Someone just execute me! I
BOUGHT VEGETABLES! Florence was drooling when she sniggered
and told my SIL. I heard, "XXX bought vegetables and
she left them out." Florence also loves hearing about
the arguments between my DH and me, which the MIL relates to her,
and even asks DH, "How's the dramas with your wife?",
and laughs like a hyena. This woman should be more concerned
with whom her DH is sleeping with now, rather than a young girl
starting her life with a WITCH! A piece from my journal:
I live in a house. I say "house" because that is
what it is to me (a bricked structure without the warmth of the
fire of love within its heart). Here dwells 4 others, two
more monstrous than anyone I've ever seen: An old beady eyed
crone (his grandmother), a harlot witch, my SIL and her DH (his
brother), who shall be named when an apt title can be found.
The house lies in the midst of smaller dwellings that echo the sound
of a the local cultural rural environment. This is particularly
so due to its inhabitants. You see, the Harlot Witch named
is the mother of my unfortunate DH, and apart from her normal brothel
praising antics, she has also has businesses for which she does
charge. Quite the entrepreneur, I tell you. Keeping
poultry or FOWWELLS, as she calls them, is one of them. These
vile creatures cr@p everywhere (yes, they roam free), though they
have their little shack, hanging your washing on the line is a mission
(maybe Prince Harry should make an empathetic visit here - we battle
day after day to avoid the landmines, too, you know). Who
needs an alarm clock on this here farm when we have live ones that
perch as near as possible to your bedroom window, and crows at every
possible hour that you can think of? Sometimes, they have
this huge fowl rally, and plot against those who sleep. Now,
if you are like me and value your zzzs, then that is just asking,
or should I say cackling, for it! Mind you, MIL is the leader
of the house, and dare anyone say anything about her precious birds,
why she threatens to kill herself. So, that's why I do it
more often, wishful thinking, I know, but maybe one day. MIL
doesn't work. She is remarried, but lives with (but mostly
on) us! What MIL's pets want, MIL's pets get (from her doting
son, my DH). He is a shield and sword for MIL, ready for anyone.
Time for a fowl tale: Why did the chicken cross the road?
It was four o'clock in the morning, a working day; we were awoken
to loud cackling and running in the farmyard. When I heard
this, I had only one thing on my mind - murder!! I crawled
out of bed to hurl any weapon (shoes, tumblers, books) at the wretched
creatures, but my DH always seems to stop me in the nick of time.
On this particular occasion, he went to his mum and asked,"What's
the disturbance for, I am trying to sleep? I was having a
bath at six thirty the same morning, and suddenly all I could feel
was the familiar cold water alternating with boiling water (MIL,
or the crone, has to perform the morning ritual of opening the taps
downstairs when we are bathing), so out I came to tell my DH to
stop them. A few minutes later all I heard was a screeching
voice, MIL's voice! I thought that the b!tch was complaining
about me, so I came out of bathroom drenched, "What's your
mother's problem?" I asked my DH sternly. Is it because
of what I told you to tell her? He said she was angry because
someone told her something about the FOWWELLS. He didn't know
who as yet. After that, my SIL and her DH had left for work,
and DH confronted her, OMG. I forgot to mention that he is
her favorite son. Oooh, he goes cooing, "What's wrong,
mum? Who said what to you?" This was a classic!
She churned up the best accusing voice that she could find in her
Oscar winning body and ranted (remember, she has an accent), "OU!!
YOU!!!! You tole me the fowwells are disturbing you, nobody
want my pets. I am going to give them poison. Then I'm
going to drink poison. I am going to kill myself anoll the
animals, the cat and the dog!" Melodramatic at its best.
"You don't show me love anymore. You used to show me
so much love before, but now you have no love for me."
If that last statement is not canvassing for baby boy's attention,
exclaiming that he is now neglecting her because he is married,
then I know nothing! By now I was rolling on the bed with
laughter. She is so flippin entertaining, who needs TV?!
My mind conjured up this image of all the poisoned animals falling
backwards into the ditch in the backyard along with MIL. Yes,
she has a ditch for burning dirt (prohibited by city by-laws), but
I am not going to even scare myself and ask if she ever heard of
the current and modern waste disposal facilities, which we will
discuss later. Then, I heard him trying to console her, saying
that he just wanted to know what all the fuss was about and, "There
she goes again, letting off steam." They (referring to
the fowls, sorry FOWWELLS) were screaming and shouting (oh, yes)
because their friend (another fowl) met with "er (an) accident".
Oh boy! I was holding my tummy, asking myself aloud, "So,
whose car was the fowl driving?" What actually happened
was that the fowl had been so fortunate as to have died under the
wheel of a vehicle, and not have its guts ripped out by me.
And, upon seeing the denatured remains of one of their kind, they
became rather loud. But, as you see, fowls are a rather intelligent
kind (sarcastic tone). After all, MIL did attribute very human
characteristics and emotions to them, their eyes being bigger than
their brains. No wonder she has such an affinity for them
(a blood bond), probably relatives, and you know what they say about
blood being thicker than water?! On that theory, I believe
that perhaps the exalted poultry were mourning the loss of their
honored and respected brother, trying to solve the age-old mystery
of "why did the chicken cross the road?". Well we
will now never know, but we do know why he didn't get to the other
side!
Signed - MIL Hater
RESPONSE: MIL Hater
Huh?
RESPONSE: MIL Hater
For what possible reason are you allowing this woman to live with
you?
RESPONSE: MIL Hater
You are hilarious! But, your MIL and the rest of that clan need
to go.
RESPONSE: MIL Hater
Do not ever bring children into this environment. And, you should
seriously think about getting a divorce.
RESPONSE: MIL Hater
I can see that you have a heck of a problem with your MIL, but your
story is just too convoluted and hotch-potch-y (and LONG!) to read
properly. Please come over to the boards and discuss it. As a
starting point, why are you still married to a man who calls you
a wh*re if you express an opinion? For an "intelligent, professional
woman" you seem to be taking a lot of nonsense from the ILs
when you don't have to.
RESPONSE: MIL Hater
Oh. My. God. This is the worst story that I have read yet. Move
out of that place!! What are you still doing there? You say that
you stand up to her, but then why aren't you moving out of there?
And, what are you doing with your DH? Sorry that this might sound
harsh, but he seems to pick his dear mummy over you! Talk to him
about this, and move out of that damn place before you end up in
an asylum!!!
RESPONSE: MIL Hater
Your DH thinks that you're a whore when you disagree with his mommy?
I'm sorry, but the craziest person in this entire scenario is you.
Why in the world are you there? You think that you're sticking
up for yourself, but, frankly, you're completely outnumbered. And,
if your DH goes so far as to call you a whore because you disagree
with your MIL, you will never win, no matter how much you fight
back. I'd say that it's time to pack up your gear and remove yourself
from this loony bin.
RESPONSE: MIL Hater
If my DH ever called me a "whore" for having an opinion,
I would divorce him in an instant. Why do you put up with this
garbage? Get MIL and GMIL out of your house, cut off contact with
all the evil ILs, and tell your DH to grow a spine. If he doesn't,
leave him. Life is too short to be surrounded by poisonous people.
RESPONSE: MIL Hater
You sound a little sick when you're talking about hurting and killing
those chickens! Anyway, your problem is most definitely with your
DH, and not so much your ILs. If he and you were a team, you could
both work together to either make the household more practical for
everyday living, OR you could KICK THEM OUT OF YOUR HOUSE and make
it into a real HOME. But, instead, it seems that you've let dear
DH call all the shots.
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