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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
January 20, 2006
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My DH and I moved to
another state to go to school. We had a move planned to go back
home. I lost my job a few months before the move, so I decided
to move early with our son to get everything set up for my DH to
join us. My ILs said that we could stay with them until my DH came,
so that I wouldn't be living alone. They said that my DH should
keep our car, and that they would drive me anywhere that I needed
to go. After three weeks I'd found an excellent, well paying job.
On my last day of training, I was standing in the kitchen ready
to go when my MIL said, "Your son can't ride in a car seat
because I'm taking the girls (my nieces), and they need car seats
more. Your son can stay here with dad, or go with us, without a
car seat." So I said, "Well there's no way he's riding
without a car seat, so I guess he'll have to stay here." She
started flipping out like some crazy woman, screaming at me telling
me to get my sh!t together and that I need to be locked up. I went
to the phone to call work or my DH, I hadn't decided which, and
she ripped the phone out of the wall. I pushed her hand away to
put the cord back in the wall and she HIT me in the FACE! I just
started crying and I grabbed the cordless and my son. I locked
myself in my room. I lost my job, so I went back to my DH that
day. I was scared to death of her! To make things worse, my DH
and I had been trying to have a baby prior to the job loss and move,
and I was four weeks pregnant when this happened.
Signed - Peachy Keen
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I stumbled across this
site and have read many of the stories posted here. Most of you
have my sympathy. My account pertains to a MIL of two, neither
of whom, thankfully, is me (she is actually my grandmother). Of
her six children, only two, her only DD and a DS, have ever married.
Of course, their spouses have loads of stories to suit this site.
Of the unmarrieds, two still live with her, one is estranged, and
one ended his life. Her children range in age from 43 to 59. She
(and her DH, for that matter) has not groomed her sons to have healthy
relationships with women. I have seen her in action: She drapes
her soiled underwear over the doorknobs of "common areas"
(bathrooms, laundry room). With my own two eyes, I have seen her,
on multiple occasions, attired in a tee-shirt and nude pantyhose
- no underpinnings, no modesty. Or, she sports merely a bra and
slacks. This woman is now in her early eighties and still behaves
seductively toward her sons. She spurns her children's attempts
at building their own little families. When I was younger and full
of optimism, I had high hopes of "playing yenta" - uniting
the youngest (now 43) with a certain woman with whom he shared many
interests. They seemed to hit it off! I gleefully reported the
meeting to my grandmother. Glaring, she interrupted me with, "How
old is she?" I reported that the two (her son and his date)
are about the same age. She replied, "That's too old!"
Hmmmm. Sick and wrong on so, so many levels. Eeeew.
Signed - GM is MIL to
Two, Wannabe Wife to Four (Three Aging Bachelor Sons and Her Actual
Hubby)
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Worst gift: My MIL decided
that she wanted me to wear her recently departed mother's neck-to-knee
nighties for our wedding night. I was shocked and didn't want to
offend her, so I said nothing and took them. My FDH was horrified
and said, "No way (phew)." So, I threw them at the back
of the cupboard and forgot about them. About a YEAR later she asked,
"How did the nighties go on your wedding night?" I had
to think at first, what nighties? In horror, I realized what she
was talking about, and decided that honesty should be the best policy,
"Neither of us felt comfortable with the whole idea, so I didn't
wear them." "I'll have them back, then." Boy was
she angry. It took me a couple of weeks to remember whether I had
thrown them out. I found them and returned them. It's an ongoing
joke with my FSIL that she, too, may be given the same option for
her wedding night. I hope not, for her sake.
Signed - At Arm's Distance
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