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Mother-In-Law Mall
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Mother-In-Law Stories
March 20, 2006
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FEBRUARY
2006
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I suppose that I should
start with "The Honeymoon That Wasn't". When DH and I
got married 15 years ago, we didn't have much money. We had spent
pretty much everything we had on the security deposit for our new
apartment. Yet, DH was determined that we would have some honeymoon
(particularly since our new apartment was being repainted and recarpeted,
and we had no place to go until a week after the wedding). So,
he scraped together a few hundred dollars and booked a B&B in
New England (off season, so we could do it). My parents (whom my
DH adores, BTW) threw us the tiny, intimate, interfaith wedding
that we wanted. After spending our wedding night in a nice hotel
room, courtesy of my dad, off we drove in our new car to the B&B,
where we had two lovely days apart from the rest of the world.
Then, the phone rang. Yes, as it has for every single solitary
day during the past 15 years, and as it will until my DH and I are
somehow parted, the phone rang. Three guesses as to who was on
the other end? She had extracted the phone number from my DH, who
instructed her to use it only in the event of an emergency. MIL's
voice was cloying and quiet - what I was later to learn was her
"I am manipulating you now" voice. DH's grandmother,
was deathly ill, and this could be her last few days on earth.
Our instructions were clear: Abandon Honeymoon! Race to her side!
Ah, callow youth! DH and I were worried sick. Of course, we abandoned
honeymoon, speeding toward GM's as fast as our rickety hatchback
could carry us. After a night spent in a seedy motel at the end
of a marathon driving session, we pulled up in GM's driveway and
raced up the porch steps to the door. We were greeted by GM, healthy
as a horse and confused as to why we should be on her doorstep when
we were supposed to be on our honeymoon. SIGH. We spent the remainder
of our honeymoon sleeping on GM's 55 year old guest mattress (ouch!),
right next to her room. Truly romantic. MIL has only gotten worse
since then. She has attempted (clumsily, almost pitifully) to insinuate
herself into every aspect of our lives for the past 15 years. From
her nightly phone calls (she is single-handedly responsible for
our only having one child - a unique form of coitus interruptus)
prying into such things as our finances and asking whether or not
our son was asleep by 8p.m. that evening (he isn't NOW, thanks so
much), to her quiet fury about our raising our son in a different
religion to hers and her continual attempts at sabotaging this (she
instructs me, in front of my son, that traditions we follow are
extremely rude and calls every 5-10 minutes during all religious
holiday dinners unless we pick up the phone and converse), to her
continually invented and soon-to-be-fatal maladies, she has been
simply awful! After 15 years (and who knows how many more to come)
you just sigh, smile, and shake your head, promising the almighty
that you won't do it to your own son's wife.
Signed - Resigned
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Back when I was still
engaged I didn't cook much. I cook more now. When MIL heard that
I didn't cook much, she told me,"You were trained poorly by
your mother." She said this in front of my DH and SIL. I
was too shocked to say anything back. The ONLY person who came
to my defense was SIL. She said, "Mother! That's rude."
To that MIL responded, "Well, it's true." A week later
DH got up the nerve to tell his mother that the comment wasn't appreciated.
She said, "I never said that."
Signed - My MIL Is A
Liar
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Worst gift: Thankfully,
for the past few years MIL has simply sent a $100 check to my DH
as a gift for him. He promptly places the check into our son's
college fund. But, one year for Christmas she gave us all (DH,
SIL, SIL's truly wonderful DH, and me) bottles of shampoo (dandruff
control for SIL, volumizer for me, and shampoo for thinning hair
for DH and SIL's DH). We also got day planners with her birthday
circled in red. Oh, there were also small bottles of skin cream
for SIL, whose complexion I would envy if I didn't like her so much.
Ah, so many ways to communicate with your children, so little time.
Well, we communicated right back - we all "forgot" our
presents at her house that year.
Signed - Resigned, But
Still Got My Sense Of Humor
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