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	Frequent Fry Her^TM. - LondonCalling/Posted: 3-OCT-06 FIL has had digestion problems for some time. Recently, things have gotten worse, to the point that his liver has become affected, his eyes show jaundice, and a stent has been put in. He looks very gaunt and unwell. MIL has become his guard, watching everything he eats, and fussing. She can't bear not to be in the limelight somehow - a sick husband, a grandchild with a birthday, whatever. There are grave concerns over his health. MIL is diabolical now. When FIL is no longer around to act as a buffer, she is only going to be worse. We are . . . Signed - Afraid, Very Afraid ( respond to this story ) ( here is my story ) ( I want my own Frequent Fry Her^TM Page )
	Frequent Fry Her^TM. - lilmrscales, 1 of 4 needed/Posted: 3-OCT-06 For years I have been putting up with GMIL's shenanigans, and suffered through week long visits and being treated like a maid. She only came to stay for a week or so every couple of months, so I could deal. UNTIL this last time. It was the week of my youngest DS's fourth birthday. I thought, "Great, she'll get to be here for his party and all." On previous visits, this diabetic woman had snuck cakes and cookies and sugary stuff, and when she went home, she was hospitalized for high sugar levels and the side effects that accompany that. I had told my children and DH beforehand that there would be no treats in the house for this visit, as I wasn't going to give FIL and SMIL a chance to blame me for this ADULT woman's health issues, as they did the last time. But, of course, there had to be cake and ice cream for the party, right???? DS was really into dinosaurs, so I made cupcakes with chocolate sandwich cookie crumbles on the icing to look like dirt, and put a plastic toy dinosaur on the top of them. At the party we served a dinner and the cakes and ice creams. I told GMIL that one was her limit, as I didn't want her getting sick again. Now, this woman had been here for four days already. She had driven me insane, ordering me around (attempting to, anyway), getting me out of bed at the crack of dawn to make her breakfast, and putting down my personal style, as well as my home decor. I caught her with the third cupcake in front of both our families and close friends. They knew the situation and that I would not be held responsible if she got sick again, as I had specifically told her "no more than one", and she was on the third. I went on to say that I would not hear any whining about the issues from her either, and that if she was going to continue to gorge herself on sweets, then it was her own problem. She seemed to take it well. An hour later FIL called (he and SMIL never attend the children's birthdays, as they aren't important in their view) and wanted to know why I was rude and had screamed at his mother. Now, mind you, I never raised my voice. So I told him the situation. He said that I shouldn't have made cupcakes, since I knew that she is diabetic (my SFIL and MIL are, as well as my dad) and that DS should just get over not having a birthday cake. At this point I was irate. They were on speaker, so I told them both that I wasn't taking anymore cr@p, and that he could come get her, and we'd all be just happy! Needless to say, she shut up (she didn't want to miss time torturing me under the guise of visiting DH and DS's), and he hung up. Of course he didn't come to get her. I took her home (a two hour drive each way) on the previously agreed upon date. But, that is a story for another day! Signed - Come Get Her Then! ( respond to this story ) ( here is my story ) ( I want my own Frequent Fry Her^TM Page )
	Frequent Fry Her^TM. - lilmrscales, 2 of 4 needed/Posted: 3-OCT-06 The journey home: My MIL was in our home on the last night that GMIL was in my house. Thank God she did, because she is a walking, talking testament of how the woman treated me! DH supports me, but doesn't see or hear all she does, so it doesn't impact him quite as much. I told them both that in the morning we would stop at the local gas station/convenience store to get coffee and breakfast sandwiches. My MIL was happy with this, as they are really good and it's quick. GMIL woke me up at dawn, wanting to know when I was going to get up and make her breakfast and coffee! MIL piped up and told her that she knew that I wasn't going to make breakfast, and that we were stopping for it. We finally loaded the old bat into the car and were on our way to the store. On the way she told me that she only wanted this particular sandwich, and I told her that we'd have to take what we could get because in the early hours, working people stop and grab something too, so sometimes they don't have as wide a selection. She seemed fine with this, until I came out with coffee and food! She complained that she didn't want the sandwich without egg, and she wasn't happy. So, again I explained why they didn't have it. She settled down, or so I thought. I gave her coffee and told her just to peel back the tab so she'd be able to sit it in the console without it splashing and making a mess. What did she do???? She removed the entire lid and threw it out the window! Throwing it out ticked me off because I try to teach my kids not to litter, and the youngest was in the car. Then she tried to sit it in my console and my MIL told her, "Now GMIL, you know that you can't do that or it will make a mess." So she got annoyed and started looking for another cup holder, beating the car door and dash. I told her repeatedly that there wasn't one. Then she had the nerve to open my glove box and look for one on the door of it, after being told that there wasn't one there! This went on for a half an hour and my MIL could see that I was ready to blow. So she told GMIL to knock it off and to just hold her damned coffee! I thought that it would be smooth sailing. NOT A CHANCE! For the rest of the ride she gave me a list of all the things in my home that she wanted changed by her next visit! She wanted the guest bathroom remodeled because she didn't like the way it was set up! I was about to tell her to shove it when my MIL reached up and turned the stereo up loud. She just squeezed my knee to let me know that she was aware of how I felt. We finally arrived at GMIL's home. I took her cr@p in and DS said bye. He doesn't like this woman, as she tries to be overly affectionate and he's a four year old who thinks that kisses are yucky unless they are from mommy. I thought that we'd be on our way. NOPE, WRONG AGAIN. She decided to hug and kiss me, and tell me that she loves me and that she has faith that I can get all the "improvements" on the house done by the time she visits again. Oh, she feels that I should cut that hair of mine, as it's too long! I was so peeved that I couldn't speak. But, my MIL sure could. She'd had it. This woman had messed with her daughter (she never calls me DIL) enough, and she let her know it. At the end of it she told the old woman that she's lucky I let her stay in my home, as my DH wouldn't, and she'd just get a phone call once a year if he had to be relied on to visit and call. And such and further more, DH and she, and everyone else loves my long hair and thinks that it's beautiful, and it would KILL either one of them if it were cut off. GMIL stalked inside. I am pretty sure she that she went to call my DH, because when we stopped to take him lunch, he was upset that I had hurt his GM. His mom set that straight and told him that if he EVER inflicts that old bat on me in my home again, she'd personally strangle him. GMIL hasn't been back since, and it's been six months. She called last night trying to get an invite to stay. I told my DH that if he caved, I'd call his momma! Needless to say, she isn't coming. He can go see her there if he wants, but not again not in my home! Thank God my MIL had a valium for me after that trip! Signed - Thank God for Valium! ( respond to this story ) ( here is my story ) ( I want my own Frequent Fry Her^TM Page )

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