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Mother-In-Law Mall
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Mother-In-Law Stories
January 30, 2006
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When I met my DH, he
was at a really troubled time in his life. I was 16 and he was
22. I helped him pull his life back together, and eventually helped
him get back in contact with his family, with whom he hadn't been
speaking. The first time that I met his mom we all met for coffee.
She was a very nice looking woman, and she was very emotional that
she was finally face to face with her son. She felt that I was
her angel for saving him. Of course, I was flattered, and I was
quite excited to start a relationship with the seemingly sweet and
kind woman. Man, was I wrong. I had no idea that I was in for
the most gut wrenching, fist clenching, heart crushing in-law experiences
you could imagine. Before DH and I were married, I would spend
a lot of time with his mom. The only things that would get to me
were little things, like the way that she called everyone "sweetie"
and "hun" in this overly pretentious tone, or the way
that her laugh was more like a freakish cackle, echoing deep into
the depths of my brain. But, my annoyance with her grew at a rapid
pace. She would call up to five times a day and ask, "How's
MY SON??" Her voice would get deep and drawn out as she would
say it, as if every bone in her body was lusting for a full, detailed
report. Then it progressed to, "Oh, isn't he JUST GORGEOUS!!",
every time he walked into a room. She had been reunited with her
long lost love and obsession of a son, and her sickness was growing
stronger and stronger every day. Who was her muse for this sickness?
Well, little naive me, of course. I could talk myself through letting
all of this roll off my back. I mean, we weren't even married yet,
and once we got married, she would be sure to lay off her 5 phone
call a day obsession with her son, right? HA! Well, the joke was
on me! I was three months pregnant and 18 years old, and DH was
24 when we got married. Wedding bells rang. But, instead of them
ringing for a beautiful union of a couple as a whole who were spreading
their wings to build their own family together, bells rang as more
of a screeching noise in her head, I presume. A screech of, "Oh
sh!t. He's married. I must get even closer to his wife so that
I can know every detail of their life together, and control their
family's every move so that my precious son can live his life only
as I have manipulated it, like putty in my hands. Mwahahahaha.
MWAHAHAHAHA!" Yes, it then became clear to me that I was doomed.
Things would then get worse and worse every passing day.
Signed - Her Darling
"Angel"
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I am sure that some of
you have had these types of issues. I am really struggling with
issues with my MIL. I had some things happen recently and they
really got me thinking about how I wish things were better. Here
are some of the issues: Her general attitude towards me and negative
tone of voice. She does life-endangering, negligent things, such
as asking to hold my 13-month-old son and then, after only a few
minutes, setting him down in a baby pool that is four feet from
a large swimming pool and walking AWAY from him, without a word
to DH or me. When I see this, I feel like a crazed lunatic, trying
to get to him seconds before he falls into the adult pool. She
plays favorites with grandkids. For example, she has sewn the first-born
GD birthday dresses and matching baby doll dresses since she was
little. But, she didn't do this for my DD, except one time when
she was 3. It was the wrong size, and she couldn't wear it. She
has sewn matching dresses for SIL and her DD countless times, as
well as countless maternity dresses and tops. She made the favored
GD a beautiful baptismal dress, and didn't offer to do one for my
DD when she was getting baptized. My mom ended up making one the
day before the service, when I called in tears at the realization
that MIL wasn't going to even offer. One year when my other SIL
was getting married, she said that she was going to make special
dresses for the girls. Well, she basically made one for the favored
GD and one for her doll, and didn't make one for my then four-month-old
DD. My other SIL, mother of the favored one, made a stink, and
so she threw a dress together. She didn't do any backing or seams,
etc. She made the youngest GD, sister of the favored one, blankets
and quilts, and has not made a thing for my two DSs. She ignores
my 10-month-old DS, but fawns over the 19-month old GD. She has
taken the favored one to the ballet, to plays, and basically makes
sure to spend time with her. She rarely spends time with my children,
then whines and complains that they "don't know" her.
It takes all my will power not to scream at her when she does this.
If my children see her, it is through my effort. She has been questioning
my choice to consistently discipline my children following the advice
I read in a well known book. I have inward feelings of anger towards
her for too many reasons to even write. These things may seem petty,
but these hurts cut deeply, and there is a lot of history here.
I have a feeling that these problems started when my DH and I were
dating. We met quite young (I later found out that MIL and her
DH met in high-school), and she tried to break us up at different
times. She told my DH to break up with me when he entered college
because, "There are other fish in the sea." Once, I was
at my DH's home while we were dating and she came in and told him
that dinner was ready. She had me wait in the living room until
everyone had eaten. I ended up walking a block away to get fast
food. She professes to be religious, and I know that she knows
a lot about the Bible. But, this is not apparent by the way she
acts, in my opinion. I know that it is wrong to harbor angry feelings
towards her, but there are so many times that she has mistreated
my children. I feel a horrible rage of protection and keep thinking,
"How dare you?" To put it mildly, I have prayed that
I will forgive and move on, but every time she does something new,
I get very frustrated instantly. I need prayer for my DH as well,
because he grew up in this family that keeps everything in and never
talks things through. Everyone just pretends that everything is
okay. I feel that I can't say anything. I feel like a child when
something as stupid as how she unfairly divides the brownies between
all the grandkids gets my blood pressure up!
Signed - Long Standing
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Worst gift: I've been
married to my DH for five years, and have never received a birthday
gift or card. DH reminds them every year, and still nothing. He
invited them to a couple of my birthday parties, and they never
showed up. I'm invisible until they need something from us.
Signed - Invisible
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