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Mother-In-Law Mall
A place to find great gifts!
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Mother-In-Law Stories
February 9, 2007
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Frequent
Fry Her TM.
- Sinofhope, 1 of 4 needed/Posted:
9-FEB-07
Battle 1- The visit from he!!. This happened before my DH and I
got married. We take a vacation every year. At the time, we were
living with my parents to save up for our own place, and we decided
to take a few extra days and visit her. She lived about 17 hours
from us, so my DH figured that this would be nice. While I wasn't
thrilled, I figured, "How bad would three days be?" That
was my first mistake! The beginning was fine. We got along as
well as we ever did. We kind of circled one another and kept a
civil tone, but didn't really have much to do with each other.
The second day is when things went to he!!. I was downstairs watching
TV while she decided to sleep in one of the spare bedrooms upstairs
(for no reason), rather than in her huge bedroom with her DH. I
now know why. As I was sitting there, she called my DH upstairs.
Okay, whatever. Not two minutes later I heard her yelling at him
about how I am "a stuck up little princess who has to have
her way". I am "such a bitch" and he's "an
idiot for even being with" me. It just kept getting worse,
ranging from how my parents are the problem, as they poisoned me
as a child, and now they are after her son, too. "I hope you're
only with her for sex, cause that's all she's worth." Mind
you, this entire time she was yelling to make sure that both her
DH and I heard this. I was mortified, and so was he. He tried
to calm me down, but it was no use. Now, I'm normally a very laid
back person, who never takes things said about me too seriously,
but I do have vicious temper. It just takes a LOT to light the
fuse, and, trust me, she did it. After about 20 minutes I'd had
it. I stormed over to the landing where you can see the upstairs
and yelled, "I can HEAR YOU!" She barged out of the room,
leaned over and started screaming at me that I was a nosey b!tch
who was listening at her door to her private conversation. Sure,
I was, that's why she was yelling with the door wide open. Huh?
I told her that I did nothing of the sort, and if she had something
to say to me or about me, then she needed to come down there and
say it to me. She should leave my DH out of it. Oh, she came down
the stairs and proceeded to tell me I was a, "trashy slut who
wanted her son to get all her money." You know the rant, I'm
a whore and a flake. I was going to steal from her and how I was
a piece of cr@p little snob. I stood there and did exactly what
I always do in situations like this, I stare off into space and
sing a song to myself. When she stopped, I asked if she was done.
When she glared, I gave it right back to her, informing her that
I am neither trashy nor after her precious money. I'd rather be
poor and happy, than rich and miserable like she was. I was going
to pack my things and go home. My poor DH was torn until she stomped
upstairs after me and told him, "Well, I got rid of that slut
for you. Now, why don't you come home?" Well, as you can
imagine, I packed my bags, got into my truck and went to kiss my
DH (remember, he was still only my BF at the time) good-bye. I
was telling him that I'd see him either in a few days or not at
all, when he walked out the door and threw his bags in the back,
also. The monster was standing at the front door yelling that he
was out of the will, if he left with me. She never wanted to see
him again and hoped that we both died. Needless to say, we left
that very night. Since it's a 17 hour drive back to my parent's
place, we were about halfway home when my cell phone rang. Surprise!
It was her phone number. I didn't answer it. Ten seconds later
his phone rang - her again. He answered it and asked what she wanted.
From what he told me, she begged us to come back. She wanted her
baby boy back and would give him anything. She was going to send
us money to get our new place, help with getting his car fixed,
and all the things that we needed long ago. She was so sorry that
she had said bad things about me, but she was just upset that I
didn't do the dishes that night!! What the he!!? DISHES?! Needless
to say, we refused to accept her guilt gifts because they would
only be held against us later. We didn't see that woman for two
years after that, even though our vacation spot was less than four
hours away from her. To this day she still blames me for taking
her "baby away for so long", and that her "opinion
hasn't changed", she just said that so her "son wouldn't
think bad of her".
Signed - What A B!tch!
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