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Mother-In-Law Mall
A place to find great gifts!
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Mother-In-Law Stories
October 31, 2004
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SEPTEMBER
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My mother is one of those people
whose mouth is always running when her brain isn't in gear.
One of the cruelest things that she ever said to me was during
one of those times. My DH and I had been trying for about
5 years to have a baby, and I had finally, miraculously become
pregnant. My SIL, who could get pregnant at the drop of
a hat, was expecting her second child at the same time.
DH and I were absolutely ecstatic about our baby, but there were
problems, and I miscarried in my second month. Needless
to say, we were devastated. Four months later SIL delivered
a healthy, beautiful baby girl, and I went to the hospital with
my mother to see the baby. As we stood at the nursery window
looking down at the baby, my mother turned to me, smirked and
demanded, "Now, doesn't that make YOU want one?"
Signed - Still Hurting
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Please Seek Counseling
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Continue on Message
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Worst gift: On my 21st
birthday, I had to go to my BF's house during the day for something
or other. His dad wished me a happy birthday when I exited the
car. He's great. He remembers my birthday because his is 3 days
before mine. Well, I got inside, and, surprise, surprise, who was
sitting at the kitchen table? Evil MIL, evil SIL, and evil SIL's
whipped BF, who hasn't seen his own home for two years. No one
said a thing to me. Whatever, it didn't bother me. What did bother
me, however, was that my "birthday gift" from the evil
MIL was $20 to spend at the casino. Now, I hate the casino, but
evil MIL has nothing else better to do. You see, she has no friends.
She hangs out with her DD (who now has no friends, because she's
practically married). I was grateful for it, nonetheless, but I
would rather have given it to charity or something, instead of wasting
it at the casino. Well, well, well, six months later it was SIL's
BF's birthday, and evil MIL and SIL put on the biggest shindig for
him. And, on top of that, they demand that my BF and I be there.
There was dinner, there was a $60 cake (because anything less would
have been inappropriate), and GIFTS FROM EVERYONE!! Not only were
MIL's parents, sister, and sister's family there, but I had to be
there as well. The guest of honor opened up his gift from evil
MIL (who loves him more than she loves her own son) and it was a
sweatshirt (an expensive brand name from the UK), which probably
set her back about $200. AND I GOT $20 TO GAMBLE WITH!! The point
of the story is that if you do something for someone, do the same
thing for everyone. It would have been different if, perhaps, he
was in the family longer or if he was her SON. But I have done
the same amount of prison time that he's done with this godforsaken
evil MIL and SIL.
Signed - Doing My Time
Per
the poster's request, no responses collected.
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It's not just my MIL,
it's the whole bunch of them, especially my FIL. I think that
I could handle my MIL, as annoying and crazy as she is, if he wasn't
in the picture. The very first thing that clued me in to the
insanity was my SIL instructing me how to pour chips into my hand
instead of reaching into the bag! This was necessary because
I have cooties, you know! Then, my FIL frequently threw tantrums
when we didn't do as he thought we should, like accompanying them
EVERYWHERE. Then, he and my DH got into a bad fight because
my lovely FIL referred to me as "p#ssy". My DH worked
with his dad at the beginning of our marriage, and he was anxious
to finish a job instead of listening to his dad shoot the breeze.
His dad said to him, "That p#ssy at home can wait."
My DH almost decked him, and they got into a horrible fight.
My MIL was the one to tell me, as my DH never would have.
She tried to explain it away, saying that FIL didn't mean it, and
that it was all my DH's fault! This was just the beginning!!!!!
Over the years, they have just been horrific. I could write
a book! To make a long story short, they borrowed thousands
of dollars from us, tried to guilt my DH into taking care of their
house/yard, found and read my diary, and shared it with the whole
family. They publicly disowned us in a parking lot (God, I
wish they had meant it!!). My FIL won't eat or drink anything
that I touch or serve. My DH has to do it all, and there is
just so much more! Luckily, I convinced my DH to get a new
job, and we moved over an hour away. That has helped immensely!
But, they are still insane. The few times that we have been
over there we have witnessed proof of it. My MIL hacked through
their bedroom door with a crowbar, during a fight, and left the
smashed door there for everyone to see. Then, one day, they
sent us into their bedroom to talk to SIL on the phone. There,
on the wall in 4" red lipstick letters was, "Please God
take my life. Love, MIL", right above the bed.
This is something that they do routinely, though not on that scale.
They will fight, and then write crazy things on the wall!
My slimy FIL will cheat on my MIL and then will write, "Jesus
Forgives", on the wall. Things are ok now, as we limit
how much we see them, and we don't go over there at all anymore,
as I don't want my DD to ever see that kind of cr@p. But,
I am sure that they will find some way to let the insanity seep
into our lives again. It's just a matter of time! My
DH supports me, and knows that they are crazy, but he can't seem
to let go of them completely. So, that is not an option.
Has anyone dealt with this kind of insanity? I'd love to hear
from you!
Signed - They're Nuts!!
RESPONSE: They're Nuts!!
Geeze, I thought my MIL/FIL were schitzo! They are, but you win
on craziness. Writing on walls? Wow!
RESPONSE: They're Nuts!!
Run! Run! Run like the wind! No one needs to deal with this CR@P.
RESPONSE: They're Nuts!!
Avoid them at all costs! If it gets threatening, get restraining
orders and use them!
RESPONSE: They're Nuts!!
There is only one on-target piece of advice that I can give: Move
as far away from those people as you can. 'Nuff said.
RESPONSE: They're Nuts!!
Saying that they're nuts is an understatement. Severely f'ed up
is more like it! Your DH needs counseling on how to obtain closure
and get away from those psychos. Thank you for keeping your DD
away from them, too!
RESPONSE: They're Nuts!!
Tell DH that the only option is to let go - or you will need to
protect DD from HIM as well. Counseling is an absolute necessity
here, but you cannot compromise your DD's emotional and physical
safety, even if it costs you your marriage.
RESPONSE: They're Nuts!!
Counseling, counseling and more counseling. Did I mention counseling?
It's great that you are limiting time with the ILs, but people this
toxic really should be removed from your lives. DH needs counseling
to see that his parents are poison, and you both need counseling
to stand as a united couple against this craziness. Good luck!
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