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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
September 15, 2004
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Frequent
Fry Her TM
- 20YRhitch, 4 of 4 needed /Posted: 15-SEP-04
MIL has decided, in their retirement years, that
she and FIL should move back to our area, to a NEW condo (w/mortgage),
to be with their grandchildren. My kids are 18 and 16, so
I think she means the 2 and 5 year olds from 2 of the lemming
siblings. It could be for the oldest sibling's children,
because his kids are 15, 11 , and 8 years old. The eldest
is a strange, butt kissing lemming, but his wife can be cool.
Anyway, MIL asked if she could use our address to receive her
pay stubs, and dumb me thought nothing of it and said ok.
We found out that it was a tax dodge, and DH told her to stop.
Drunk FIL called and yelled @ DH, and I called MIL and told her
to change her address to her real one. Otherwise, if she
doesn't, I said that I will call the state where she really lives
and tell them. It's always about $$$, it's always about
what the Joneses think. Even now, her children are things
to be shown and bragged about. I feel bad, now all the lemmings
won't speak to DH. She ruins his relationships with his
brothers and sister over $$$.
Signed - 20 YEAR Hitch
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Please Seek Counseling
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Continue on Message
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The Big One. The Family
Trip. After the sale of our house, I felt totally trapped in MIL's
house, like a prisoner. We had agreed that, after the sale, we
would all go and visit my SIL, who lived about an hour away from
a popular family vacation destination. All of us were to go, including
MIL. We were also bringing my 20 year old son, who had been estranged
from us for about a year. We thought that it would be a good bonding
experience. I guess it would have been that way if MIL hadn't been
there, but I'm getting ahead of myself. We were about 3 days into
our trip at this point (we were staying with SIL - she is MIL's
daughter, as well as DH's sister). It had been a particularly grueling
day of sight-seeing, and we were relaxing on the patio. MIL asked
my son to go in and get her the mixed nuts (I bit my lip). Being
an obedient boy, he did. After he sat down, she asked him to go
in and get crackers. He did it. After he sat again, she asked
for a block of cheese and a cutting board. He rose again and my
SIL said to him, "Sit down." She looked at MIL and told
her off . MIL had been drinking pretty heavily and moaned "X,
enjoys doing things for me. He knows that I'm the only one who
loves him. Besides, YOU were the one who almost got kicked out
of the amusement park (that's another amusing story, but not for
this forum)." Now, our son had left home on a very bad note
the year before, and he had run away from home when he was 15, which
was a very bad situation. And, she decided to drudge it all up
in front of him ON THE FAMILY VACATION. She said (about him), "When
he ran away, his other grandparents didn't give a % &$ about
him. I was the only one who gave an SH!T." I looked at her
and said, "That is NOT true," and she said, "Yes
it is, yes it is," like a whiny, 3rd grade kid. I was sitting
next to my son and leaned over, saying, "IT'S NOT true,"
and she kept going on and on. DH stood up and said, "Shut
up, mom." She shot back, "NO, nobody tells me to shut
up," and he said, "Shut the % &* up before I SHUT
you up." They went back and forth until she said, "I'm
going to bed," and drunkenly staggered to bed. My son and
I sat there in shock. We'd never seen this family fight like this.
Nobody got up to make sure that MIL made it into the house without
falling, and even SIL said, "Maybe she'll hit her head."
We nervously laughed. My son sat there silently and both SIL and
I reassured him that: 1) MIL was SO drunk and didn't know what
she was saying. 2) It just wasn't true. Even SIL was telling
my son how this woman manipulates people because she's so emotionally
needy. The next day, MIL got up, bright eyed and bushy tailed,
with no hangover, and acted like nothing had ever happened the night
before. I couldn't stand to look at her. I talked to her politely
and civilly, but not as "best friends", the way that we
used to converse. My son had asked to borrow my cell phone, and
called his friends from another room to say that he couldn't stand
his family, and that he wished he was home. He asked them to meet
us at the airport, when we were due to be home a week later, so
that he didn't have to come home with us. SIL and I talked a lot
during the rest of the stay, and MIL only got more unbearable.
The trip to the family fun destination was, for me, an adventure
in her complaining constantly. These complaints included comments
about foreigners (which is ironic, because she wasn't born in this
country), about slow service, about people in general - about EVERYTHING.
The only good times that I had were with SIL and her boyfriend,
when MIL was not around at all. At one point I said, "She
has me so pissed off. One of these days the other foot is going
to drop, and she will know it." And that, my friends, is yet
another story.
Signed - Gypsy
Per
the poster's request, no response necessary.
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This isn't necessarily
about ILs, but rather a relative on my mom's side. When I
was born, it was discovered that I had a disorder that causes me
to have some severe shakes every now and then. Mom asked her
uncle if a distant cousin in the family had the same disorder (as
she and my father were trying to pinpoint whether or not the disorder
was hereditary), and the uncle firmly denied it. Later on,
when birthdays and Christmas came along, the uncle would send gifts
to my mom, dad, grandma and older sis, but not me. It was
because he did not want to acknowledge that he had a great niece
with a disability. Mom sent back every gift sent and said,
"I have two daughters. If you are going to send a gift,
send gifts for both of them. Do not slight my baby."
The uncle did not speak to us for a very long time. He even
went as far as to deliberately mispronounce my name. Eventually,
he came around and accepted me as I am, and made an effort to try
and learn my name. Things have gotten better.
Signed - Things Have
Gotten Better
RESPONSE: Things Have Gotten Better
That uncle is an @ss. Good for your parents for standing up for
you!
RESPONSE: Things Have Gotten Better
The ONLY reason your story has a happy ending is because your mom
took a firm stand from the beginning against your uncle's horrid
attitude. Go mom!!!!!!
RESPONSE: Things Have Gotten Better
Top marks to your mum. What a repulsive person your uncle is.
Karma can play nasty tricks on people, so lets just hope that he
never suffers from any "disability".
RESPONSE: Things Have Gotten Better
What a horrible thing to do to you. I can understand how you must
have felt as a child being left out. I'm glad your mum stood up
to him and returned all the gifts.
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