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Mother-In-Law Mall
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Mother-In-Law Stories
March 8, 2008
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FEBRUARY
2008
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My SMIL has a habit of
calling late in the week (9 pm on a Thursday) and asking to visit
us that Saturday so she can see our DS. It is always posed as a
desperate need, because it has been so long since she has seen him.
We have tried to take control by calling her and offering up dates/times,
but these are never good for her schedule (even though she is retired
and spends most of her time at home). Once, my DH offered up 5
different dates/times. One after another, each one was shot down
as not being good for her. The frustrating thing is that, even
when we agree to a visit, sometimes she doesn't show. She just
sends FIL alone, saying that she was feeling under the weather.
Or, if we are meeting at her house, she won't come out of her room.
I recently gave birth via a scheduled c-section (high risk pregnancy).
I let SMIL and FIL know the date and the time two months in advance.
Both date and time were repeated several times to them in the weeks
prior. Two weeks before my delivery date, SMIL called and wanted
to visit, again calling at the last minute. Then, she didn't show
because she didn't feel up to the 35 minute drive, as she had leg
pain. Four days before the delivery, she called to let DH know
that she wasn't going to be able to make it to the hospital because
she had to go out of state to a conference. While I was in the
hospital, she didn't visit (she wasn't up to it). On my last day,
she did manage to get to the airport and fly to her vacation home.
She sent us a postcard to let us know how horrible the trip was
for her due to her leg, and that she would be back in town in 2
months. She is returning the day after DS's birthday. I know she
will want to visit (although she did not say so in the postcard)
to meet her new GD, as well as to wish DS a happy birthday. Too
bad I have already made plans that weekend with DH's mom.
Signed - On The Plus
Side, She's Not My Mom
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Frequent
Fry Her TM.
- AWorldAwayFromNormal/Posted: 8-MAR-08
Why can't DH understand that when he makes silly jokes about me
to my MIL, she takes them seriously and uses them for ammo later
on? To ANYONE else in the world, those comments would be harmless,
and obviously a joke, but not for her. Of course, he chose tonight
to call her for the first time in months. Of course, I was in the
room and couldn't escape. He also said nice things about me (and
the wonderful meals I cook and the wonderful birthday party I threw
him), but she doesn't seem to hear those. I want to smack them
both - him for being too dumb to know that she's squirreling away
all those little comments, and her for duping my slightly retarded
DH and using his jokes against me.
Signed - Thank God These
Phone Calls Are Few And Far Between
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DH and I had been married
just over 2 years when I gave birth to our little girl. My MIL
was great, at first. She was so helpful, since my family lives
hundreds of miles away. Well, that was short lived. Slowly the
little jabs started and she started making me feel like a failure
as a mom. She would constantly find something wrong with my DD.
I was always questioning whether I was doing the right thing. Finally,
when DD was two and a half months old, I KNEW something wasn't right.
She wasn't eating like she should. My MIL came over and I mentioned
it to her. She said, "Well, it's hot and we don't eat a lot
when it's hot, so you can't expect her to, either." That didn't
fly with me and I made an appointment with our pediatrician the
next day. She looked her over and said that she wanted us back
for a follow-up in 24 hours. So, 24 hours later we were back in
the doctor's office. We were told that we had to go to the hospital.
DD had not improved the way the doctor had hoped, and she needed
to be admitted. I called MIL, crying, asking her if she could help
us out and meet us at the hospital so I could get some clothes.
DH was with me, but he didn't want me to be alone at all because
I was so upset and blaming myself. MIL agreed, and met us at the
hospital. We briefed her on what was going on and started to leave.
As I was walking out the door, I heard her tell my DD, "Don't
worry, grandmommy knew something was wrong, even if mommy and daddy
didn't." Things have slowly gotten better over the years,
but ...
Signed - I Will Never
Forget Her Comments!
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