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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
December 27, 2007
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Frequent
Fry Her TM.
- GNM, 1 of 4 needed/Posted: 27-DEC-07
Worst Gift Ever: I have a few, actually. MIL sews and she looooves
showing off her skills to everyone. One year, she made everyone
bathrobes, everyone except me, of course. Finally, I suppose she
realized how that looked (since we all share the same house), and
asked me what color robe I wanted. I stupidly said, "Oh, you
pick something. I'm sure I'll like it." IDIOT!! So, when
my robe was ready, she handed it to me so kindly. It was a lovely
shade of GREEN-BROWN POOP. Well, at least it was warm. More to
come.
Signed - At Least It
Was Warm
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Frequent
Fry Her TM.
- GNM, 2 of 4 needed/Posted: 27-DEC-07
I'm new here, but let me give you a bit of
background. All my life I prepared to get married. Now, that isn't
to say that I trained to be some suzy homemaker, because lord knows
I am far from that. But, I knew that, one day, I would be a wife.
It was expected, you know? My parents had a great marriage. Oh,
they fought and yelled, but over things like how to cut celery,
and why my dad couldn't seem to find anything. They adored each
other. My dad would have done anything for my mother. He loved
her until the day he died. And, she never remarried. She loved
him until the day she died. I know that, had they lived, they would
still be yelling and loving. I really thought that I had found
that, too, someone who would always love me and put me first in
his life. It was us against the world. At least, it seemed that
way in the beginning. I've been married a relatively long time,
nearly 15 years now. I always believed that marriage was forever.
When you make a commitment, you stick to it, through thick and thin.
For better or worse, right? For the past 8 years, my MIL has lived
with us. We bought this house years ago as a favor to her, and
as a good investment for us. We never intended to live here. The
situation was conditional, though. If she ever was to lose her
job or something happened, then we would move in temporarily to
help out. Well, eventually it did appear that she was going to
lose her job, and that just so happened to coincide with me leaving
my job as well, so it seemed that it would be a good fit for us
to move in for a year or two. We would make some needed repairs
on the house, and I would take some time to find a new job along
with her. Well, turned out that she didn't lose her job after all.
We weren't here 4 months and I got pregnant. I was very, very ill
carrying my son, and was bedridden for a good portion of my pregnancy.
I could go into the treatment, or should I say lack of treatment,
I received from my loving MIL during that trying time, but I don't
have the energy at the moment. That story will come soon! The
point is that we had to mortgage our paid for home just to make
emergency repairs and to purchase things for the new baby. We were
stuck here with her. At first, I tried to make the best of it.
I wasn't going to go back to work after the baby. This was a mutual
agreement between DH and me long before we even knew that DS was
coming. I am an easygoing person, quick to compromise normally
and slow to anger. You have to really, really work on me in order
to make me truly mad. I can never stay mad for long. I forgive
too easily and too quickly. I hate to have people not like me.
So I tried. And tried. And tried. I bent over backwards to please
her. I even let her have her own sewing room/walk-in closet (that
I built, BTW, while sick and pregnant, and that is no exaggeration
- another story soon to come). I compromised, accepted blame, and
let her turn me into some scared girl that felt like a slobbish
failure. If DH continues to refuse to see that she needs to go
soon, then I will just have to do what he told me when I freaked
out the other day. I will do what I "have to do".
Signed - I Will Do What
I "Have To Do"
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I met DH and had my son.
We had to live with my ILs for a year, until our house was built.
MIL was so invasive. She used to come into our room and not knock.
I would tell her that I was getting dressed, and she would say,
"Oh, I don't mind." I said, "I do." She would
come in anyway. After DS was born she would just rip him from my
arms when I was breast-feeding him. She would say that all he needs
is six weeks of breast-feeding, and not so much during the day.
OHHHH, I was so mad. She would also say that only a good wife wakes
up and makes dinner for her husband when he gets home (DH got home
at midnight). She would stay up and make dinner for him, and totally
rub it in my face in the morning. We finally moved into our home
and then I got pregnant with my DD. She said that I was totally
rude because I didn't come out when I had company after having a
c-section with my DD. I had just gotten home, and she invited all
these people to my house. I wanted to rest and take it easy. I
was not in the mood to entertain. I was also having trouble breast-feeding
my DS. She said I was doing it all wrong and totally made me feel
guilty when my son lost some weight (he would not latch on properly).
She said that I was going to kill him. It was a really, really
bad day. She constantly tells me that I need to lose weight, when
she is pushing 375 lbs. She is on me when I have a breakout on
my face. She says, "Oh my, you really broke out bad this time."
She tells me to remember all the old fashioned ways. "You
modern women," she is constantly saying. "Well, in my
day we did it this way, and you should, too." She is so mean
sometimes. She has told my DD and me that we are chubby. When
my DD was 8 months old and a song came on, she started dancing.
MIL said that she had no rhythm. She is such an unhappy woman,
and she tries to bring everyone else down with her. But, let me
tell you, you need to stick up for yourselves and tell it like it
is. I have learned to just ignore her most of the time or to agree
with her and do whatever I want anyway. It is not worth my stress
and agony. She is just miserable. So keep your heads up and don't
let your MIL push you around or tell you what to do for another
minute.
Signed - MIL Was So Invasive
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