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Mother-In-Law Mall
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Mother-In-Law Stories
January 28, 2008
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I subscribe to the "3
strikes and you are out" theory with MIL.
Strike 1 - When DS was one week old, she was over and holding him.
She said to him, "I better give you back to your mom before
you start thinking that I'm your mom!"
Strike 2 - When DS was 3 months old and I went back to work part
time, feeling guilty as heck about it, she asked him, "Is your
mommy neglecting you?"
Strike 3 - When DS took his first step she was right there, but
she was too busy yapping to FIL to notice. When I tried to point
it out to them, they ignored me and started up their conversation
again.
Three strikes lady. She wonders why she hasn't seen my son in awhile.
Pull your head out of the sand.
Signed - Vindicated
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- NoMoreContact /Posted: 28-JAN-08
Remember that Christmas card MIL sent to my DH via
my mother's address? Well, I was thinking about that one today.
Here's the deal: My parents live in a very small rural town where
there is no door-to-door mail delivery, only PO boxes. MIL was
never given that box number. She had actually sent a birthday card
to my mother in 2006 that was for my DH, but it was addressed as
"General Delivery". I'll get to that in a minute. Thinking
about this birthday card, I asked my DH what address was on the
envelope. He went and fished it out, and sure enough, it had my
parents' PO box on it! Now, how did she know, I wonder? The only
thing I can think of is this: SIL works for a local grocery chain
where you can purchase member shares. When DH and I moved from
that city to where we reside now, I sent in a request to have my
shares closed and the balance forwarded to, you guessed it, my mother's
address! SIL works in the very department that deals with opening
and closing memberships. I wondered if she would she stoop to such
levels. Did I ever mention the birthday card of '06? I don't think
I did. The envelope was addressed to my mother. Inside was a note
for my mom, and another envelope with my DH's name on it. The note
to my mother basically said, "Your daughter has moved my son
away from his family and refuses to tell us where she's taken him.
I think they are living there in [my home province], and that you
know where they are. Please forward this to my son. As one mother
to another, I beg you to tell me where my son is!" My mother,
who knows DH's mother is psycho, was quite upset about it all, especially
the part where MIL basically accused me of kidnapping. I hate that
woman! And, I don't hate easily. The thought of even seeing her
face again makes my stomach tie up in knots, and my fingers just
itch to slap her ugly face! DH hasn't made any moves to contact
her, even after the last card he received from her for Christmas.
We talked about it one day, and he said that when he hears the words,
"I'm sorry. What I did was wrong, and I shouldn't have done
it. I love you and your wife. I miss you both, and I want to make
amends," he'll be willing to open up contact again, but not
before. He says it'll never happen, though, because he knows his
mother well. I mentioned the Facebook profile to you all, though.
Did I tell you that they were offering a reward for information
leading to my DH's whereabouts? Wow! They really do think he was
kidnapped! But, he must have been kidnapped, because her boy would
NEVER cut off contact with his MOMMY! Puhlease!
Signed - Even After All
This Time, I Still Feel A Little Bitter
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DH was in the military,
and he was stationed in the southwest. We met in that state. I
moved from there to the northeast for my DH to be closer to his
son, my stepson. While I was staying at my IL's, we received a
call from child protective service. They told me that my stepson's
mom was in jail and they needed someone to care for him. We agreed
that DH and I would care for him. That was the beginning of my
nightmare. MIL and DIL disconnected the phones from the wall, not
allowing me to answer any more calls. I realized that my MIL did
not want me to talk to CPS. They wanted to take all the calls so
that they could get custody of their GS. I explained to them that
we moved to be closer to my stepson. They told us that they would
be better parents to their GS. My MIL and DIL would not allow us
to get near my stepson. Even when we wanted to go out to eat, they
would not let us take him. So, we decided that we needed to move
out. We did, but they would not allow us to take our stepson.
I, literally, had to pull my stepson. out of the house. My MIL
and DIL would not let him go. After moving out, we decided to fight
for custody of stepson. My ILs wanted joint custody. They told
DH that they will remove him from their will if they do not get
joint or full custody. DH allows them to come over to visit, but
all they do is degrade DH and me on how we are raising stepson.
I feel like a I do not do any thing right. They criticize everything.
He is too thin. He is too weak to play a heavy instrument. He
would be better off with us. He is catholic, not Christian. Even
though I have a hard time, I know that, in the end, he will realize
that I am not a bad mother. And, I really love him.
Signed - Now I feel Better,
Thanks
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