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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
March 24, 2006
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2006
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Okay, so my dad told
me about this web-site, and it has to be heaven sent because there
is nothing more that I enjoy than talking about my ILs, and I do
not mean in a good way. Sad, but true. So, here is my first story
of many to come. DH and I were both in the Navy together (DH is
still in) and we met on the same ship. It happened that we were
on a six month Naval cruise together and our ship was returning
from being overseas. This was right after 9/11, so we did not see
land for 5 months straight. The day came when we were able to pull
into our home port on the west coast. DH's parents (at the time
we were just dating) along with my DH's brother and wife were meeting
us at our home port so that we could all go to dinner. My father
was going to meet us at the restaurant of our choice at a later
time. So, DH and I picked a place to eat, and my FIL's first response
was, "Why don't we go to the (chain steak restaurant)".
So, after being out to sea for all that time, eating ship food,
he did not want to eat at the restaurant of our choice. DH told
him that we were going to the restaurant of our choice. My father
made it to the restaurant way after all of us had finished eating.
This was the first time that my father had met my DH's parents.
We all talked for about 30 minutes, and then my IL's, with my BIL
and his wife got up and left my father with the check. They said
nothing to him. My father had not eaten a thing, and the bill was
way over $200 dollars. I don't know what to do because this, along
with many other occasions, makes me hate my ILs with an unforgivable
anger. I get mad and sick just looking at them, and I do feel bad
because they are DH's parents, and he loves them.
Signed - Stuck on DH.
Stuck With In-Laws. Dad Stuck With Check.
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I set up a wish list
for our family this year so that our family across the country would
know what to get us. MIL bought pretty much everything on it, except
books, for my DD, and sent it unwrapped. That left the rest of
the family members scrambling to return their gifts, me to figure
out what else we might want/need, and me to wrap all of the gifts
- including my own!
Signed - Generous To
A Major Fault
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My MIL is under the impression
that she is a wonderful decorator. In her mind, her expertise is
invaluable and I am an idiot with an IQ of 60. When my DH and I
got married, I moved into the house that he already owned. Once
again, though, in the convoluted mind of my MIL, I never truly had
ownership in the house, omitting the fact that my salary paid for
half the mortgage, of course. There were some beautiful Hydrangea
bushes blooming in the front of my starter home. I received compliments
on these bushes every time we had friends over. My step mother,
who is a master gardener, ordered me 50 tulip bulbs to plant in
the front of my house that fall, so that they would be ready to
bloom in the spring. One day I came home to find my DH and his
mother in my front yard, shovels in hand, doing some landscaping.
I got out of the car and greeted them both, and then asked my DH
to help me get some groceries out of my car. As we were going into
our house with the groceries, my MIL said to my DH, "When you
come back out, you need to help me pull up this bush." I stopped
dead in my tracks, "What bush are you talking about?"
I asked. MIL proceeded to tell me how tacky my beautiful hydrangea
bushes were, and that they overpowered that side of the house.
"I would rather you not pull up my bushes," I told her,
in a not so polite manner. She pouted and turned around in an obviously
disgruntled fashion. When we got into the house, I informed my
DH that that bush was not to come out of the ground, that I loved
that bush, and that they were to leave it where it was. Then, I
reminded him of the tulip bulbs planted around the front of the
house and asked him to be careful of them. Gardening is not my
thing. I plant once a year and that is it. Weeding, trimming,
and other things relating to gardening are things that I would prefer
to pay people for. So, that said, I left my DH and his mother in
my front yard, and went for a run around our neighborhood with my
baby in the stroller. I returned 45 minutes later to find that
not only had my Hydrangea bush been pulled up, but my tulip bulbs
had all been pulled out of the ground and thrown away. DH had been
coerced into the senseless murder of my foliage by his mother, who
had insisted that she knew best. I should have filed for divorce
then. Ha.
Signed - Why Me?
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