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Mother-In-Law Mall
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Mother-In-Law Stories
December 2, 2007
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This is a story about
my FIL, though all of my ILs (a three-ring circus consisting of
MIL, FIL and SIL) were just horrible in the months leading up to
(and including) my wedding. Every time the wedding was mentioned,
FIL would loudly proclaim, "I'm not paying for it! I don't
need to waste any money on it!" No, we never even asked him
for money or brought up money at all. He'd just do this. The day
of the wedding, FIL surprised us by standing up to do a toast just
after my own father had finished a toast. He said, "My son
is getting married to a woman. She had better remember to always
give him the remote, and learn to respect him as the man of the
house, even though he isn't much of a man." He then told several
embarrassing stories about my DH from when he was little, basically
roasting him and putting me down for not being good wife material.
Everyone was horrified, especially my DH. He put his head down
on the table and covered his ears. No one else made a noise. No
one laughed at the parts that were supposed to be "funny"
or "clever", except for my MIL, of course. She cackled
like a witch through the whole thing. When he finished, he sat
down and grinned. No one clapped, except for MIL and SIL. Later,
as the reception was ending, GFIL (who is FIL's father) came up
to my parents and said, "I just want you to know that I am
so embarrassed. I didn't raise all of my sons to be like FIL.
I'm sorry he's such a vindictive failure, and I think your DD is
one of the best women I've met. I couldn't be happier to have her
marry my grandson." What a sweet man. I don't know how FIL
came from him, or how DH came from FIL, for that matter. I just
don't get FIL. How could a "grown" man do that to his
son? I'll never forget that, and I don't think DH ever will, either.
He doesn't speak much to his father, and hasn't seen him in person
since the wedding. He refuses to.
Signed - FIL's Toast
Burned
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I got married last summer,
and my MIL and SILs all wore all black to my wedding. I have had
problems with MIL before, but this was the start of evil. I have
a stepson who is 8 years old. We have primary custody of him.
DH and stepson lived with my MIL for 4 years prior to us getting
married, because DH's job keeps him out late. MIL treats my stepson
as her own son, and shoves me out of the way when we are at her
house (when I am doing things such as cutting up his food, cutting
his nails, etc.). Last November, I found out that I was pregnant,
and the first words out of her mouth were, "I thought I told
you we don't need any more babies around here." I just kind
of blew that comment off and went on about my business. For Christmas,
I decided that I would put a picture of the baby (the sonogram)
and a picture of my stepson in a frame for my grandparents, my parents
and my DH's parents. She opened it and said, "There is my
favorite grandson," and put it behind the couch. When I went
back over to her house, about a week after Christmas, I found the
frame hanging on her wall, but the sonogram picture was replaced
with a family picture of everyone but me. For the first few months
of pregnancy, she never mentioned the pregnancy, and acted like
I wasn't pregnant. In my fourth month of pregnancy, I was hospitalized
because I could not keep anything down, my heart was doing weird
things (I have cardiomyopathy), and I was losing a lot of weight.
She came to the hospital and softly said, "This is why you
should not have gotten pregnant." She did not show up at the
hospital when I had the baby, even though it was a scheduled c-section
and we knew exactly when I would have her. She finally came up
the next day, and her comment was, "She has dark hair and y'all
both have light. I bet it isn't even (my husband's name)."
She turned around and walked out. We just recently had Thanksgiving
celebrations. Instead of inviting my DD and I to Thanksgiving dinner
with the family, she called my DH, after she knew he left my family's
home, and asked for him to spend the night because I spent the night
at my parents' (because my GM is in the hospital and I rode with
my mother in the morning). They had dinner that night with the
entire family, and asked me to bring my DD to a restaurant the next
day so they could have Thanksgiving with her. The entire time we
were there, she played with my stepson. When anyone would mention
something about my DD, she would roll her eyes and sigh really loudly,
as if she was bored. DD is 4 1/2 months old, and has only been
held once by my MIL. I feel bad for my DD. What is she going to
think when she gets older and she is treated differently by my MIL
than her older brother?
Signed - What Do I Do
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Worst gift: A week before
my birthday, MIL called my DH and asked him if he would take some
old dining room chairs to charity. DH told her that he would, but
I might like them. I have needed chairs for ages, and he was still
feeling guilty because he passed a yard sale with a table and chairs,
and by the time I got back, of course, they were gone. When I got
them, I was kind of startled to realize that they looked really
bad. The padding was cracked and hard, the foam inside was nasty
and smelly, tacks were missing, and they were kind of pricey, too.
I spent nearly $40 to buy material to cover the chairs, bought tools
to replace the tacks, and spent nearly two whole weekends working
on the chairs (they looked good, not perfect, but good enough).
If they had been worth anything to begin with, one of her DDs or
DSs would have taken them, but they were that bad. They wouldn't
have sold easily at a yard sale. On my birthday she sent me a card.
It said that she hopes that I have a good birthday, and that she
is glad I could use the chairs. They were my birthday, Christmas
and anniversary gift. Ha, ha. This is one of many little stories
over 14 years. She hates me big time, but always acts like she
likes me in front of people. I cope with her, not well, usually.
Something that she was donating to charity is now my combined gift
for 3 occasions.
Signed - They Were That
Bad
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