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Mother-In-Law Mall
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Mother-In-Law Stories
October 19, 2004
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SEPTEMBER
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It is very difficult to know where
to start. I have 3 teenage children. All of them have
the same dad, but only my eldest was, and still is, my EX MIL's
obsession. While still in the relationship with my ex, I
was constantly fighting with my partner over how much time DS
was spending away from home, and with MIL. If I ever refused
or complained that I didn't want him to go with them (outlaws),
I would be beaten after they left. After 8 years of this,
and other physical and emotional abuse, I'd had enough and left
the relationship. In the mean time, MIL had seen a lawyer,
and somehow scammed my son from me, with the court's consent.
I was not informed of this hearing until the day before it was
to take place. Needless to say, I was VERY unprepared for
it all, let alone the outcome. I did manage to get one question
in, "Why isn't she worried about my other 2 children?"
No one answered me. I have been living with a broken heart
since that day. My son is 17 now, and is slowly waking up
to his "nanny", but he is very angry with me.
He is blaming me for the fact that he did not grow up with the
other siblings. I accept that I could have been a better
parent, but I will not accept the idea that I was a bad one.
I am so proud of my other 2 kids that I don't think that I could
have raised them better. I am the best mum that I know how
to be, and my children are happy and well balanced. I read
somewhere that this obsession MIL has with my son is a psychiatric
disorder. I have felt like I've been missing a limb for
the past 8 years. I would really like to bridge the gap
between us, and make him realize that I NEVER gave him up; he
was scammed away from me. I'm feeling ill from writing this
down.
Signed - Mama MIA
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Please Seek Counseling
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Continue on Message
Board
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Worst gift: My MIL and
SIL combined their gifts to me one year soon after my DH and I married.
They gave me a bottle of make-up - face foundation - it was used.
Yes, used. It was like they didn't think that I'd be coming over,
and when they realized that I was coming, they scrambled to get
me something - their used make-up. Gee, thanks, and ick! Since
then, I haven't expected much, and have never been disappointed.
I've even been pleasantly surprised with new gifts that have thought
behind them. I really can't complain too much about my MIL, it's
my SIL who makes me feel insane, and makes my blood boil. She's
a real candidate for the Jerry Springer show!
Signed - Disbelief in
MIL/SIL's Trailer Park!
Per
the poster's request, no responses collected.
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It all started when we
got engaged. I was fine until then (according to MIL).
I was just an interest in her golden boy's life, until the rock.
That was the beginning of the never ending power struggle.
She can do no wrong, and her family has allowed her to run their
lives like a freaking Gestapo. When DH and I first were married,
he must have said, "Ask my mom," about a million times.
The first kicker was when I wanted to make my man his favorite meal
for dinner, sausage. MIL always has this habit of calling
during the time that I am making dinner so that she can check in
on what I am making, to assure that it is good for her son.
I made the mistake of telling her what I was making, because I was
excited about surprising him. Her first question was, "Did
you boil the sausage first?" I responded, "No,"
because that was not how I made it. Well, I was then informed
that if I wanted to make the meal right, I should boil the sausage.
Too late, too bad, or so I thought. Next thing I knew, DH
called me on his way home, and what did he say, "So, I hear
that we are having sausage for dinner. Mom says that you didn't
boil it." Okay, what is that about? I was not happy,
but, whatever. He got home and we started to eat. And,
what do you know? The sausage was darn good, and DH really
liked it (it is amazing that he did not choke on it, considering
it was not boiled). About ten minutes into the meal there
was a frenzied knock on the door (and when I say frenzied, I mean
like a panicky pounding). And, who was standing there?
None other than my MIL. And, what was in her oven mitt covered
hands? A pan of sausage. Sweat was pouring from her
brow, and she looked like she had just run a marathon. "He
is not home yet, is he? I didn't see his car."
I was speechless. Was she talking to me? Without waiting
for my response, she breezed past me, saying, "I ran out to
the meat market after I got off the phone with you and bought fresh
sausage. This is much better than what you get at the grocery
store. I boiled it and baked it as fast as I could.
Here, put this in the kitchen before he gets home. We will
have to get rid of that other stuff so he won't be suspicious."
God help me, god help me, god help me, GOD HELP ME!!! The
absolute and utter nerve. I burst into tears and ran from
the house. My poor DH was so confused. Thankfully, he
ate my sausage, and never even touched hers. His life depended
on that. But, to this day, my MIL refuses to see how that
may have offended me!
Signed - Get Defensive
When She's Offensive
RESPONSE: Get Defensive When She's Offensive
Your DH sounds like a wimp.
RESPONSE: Get Defensive When She's Offensive
I sure hope that your DH got past his "ask my mom" phase.
The woman is a lunatic!
RESPONSE: Get Defensive When She's Offensive
I hope that your lesson was learned from that incident, and that
you no longer give her any information about your lives.
RESPONSE: Get Defensive When She's Offensive
Your story CREEEEPED me out!!! She was totally worried that he
would prefer YOUR sausage to hers!!!!!! What a sad, sad woman!!!
RESPONSE: Get Defensive When She's Offensive
OMG!!!! I don't know what to tell you. She sounds like one of
the most vile people to ever walk the earth. I can't give you much,
but you have my sympathy. Did your DH at least see how insensitive
and rude she was?
RESPONSE: Get Defensive When She's Offensive
Get Caller ID, and screen those phone calls! The next time she
asks what's for dinner, ask her why she wants to know? If she shows
up with something, toss it out, right in front of her.
RESPONSE: Get Defensive When She's Offensive
I know nothing about any sport, but I know that the best defense
is an offense. Take the battle to MIL. If my DH had been "confused"
instead of "furious" when his mother interfered like that,
he'd have been in some serious poo. I hope that you no longer tell
MIL any salient details of your life.
RESPONSE: Get Defensive When She's Offensive
You should have calmly walked her to the table to let her see with
her own eyes that DS was still alive after eating, and yes, enjoying
the (gasp!) non-boiled sausage! And, you should have immediately
called the phone company to get caller id, and voicemail! Never
answer the phone during food prep if it's MIL's #! (or, just to
get her going, tell her that you're just ordering pizza or it's
gonna be peanut butter and jelly sandwiches tonight!). Did she
bring enough for two? You could use this to your advantage when
you're not feeling up to cooking!
RESPONSE: Get Defensive When She's Offensive
Wow, your MIL is a psycho, seriously! She has a serious mental
disorder. She needs some serious mental help. I would never tell
her another single thing, ever. Your DH sounds like a mamma's boy.
I am surprised that he even ate your sausage without asking his
mommie if it was okay for him to do so. I am sure that the answer
would have been "no" from your MIL. I wouldn't let her
back in your home, and I would ignore her phone calls as much as
possible. If you don't, she will destroy your marriage and cause
you health problems from stress. Have you told her how you feel?
This can be easier said than done. If you can stand up to her,
congrats. If you can't, I am where you are, and I understand.
I hope that the boundaries of your marriage can be set before MIL
destroys your marriage. Your DH needs to stand up for you and cut
the apron strings!
RESPONSE: Get Defensive When She's Offensive
OMG. I am so sorry. My MIL pulled something similar at Easter.
I was serving lamb, potato, and a vegetable. She was supposed to
bring another side dish. She didn't bring the side dish. She brought
ham and potato salad because that is apparently what you are supposed
to eat on Easter. She came two hours late, and the potato salad
was still warm. Clearly, she had whipped it up because she just
knew that my meal would be inadequate. Here's what I did. I no
longer talk to MIL. She is not welcome in my home. She will not
be here for holidays. DH will go over by himself, and he will eat
whatever sumptuous feast she sees fit in her FILTHY kitchen. I
will be happy to miss out on the holiday, considering that the alternative
would be cooking a meal for her and hearing her criticize it or
replacing it with her own meal.
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