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Mother-In-Law Mall
A place to find great gifts!
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Mother-In-Law Stories
March 14, 2008
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Frequent
Fry Her TM
- IHateHer, 1 of 4 needed /Posted: 14-MAR-08
Worst gift: You know
the little round plastic pieces in a pizza box that are used to
keep the lid from touching the pizza? Well, those make my DH cringe.
Why, you may ask? It stems from his childhood. One year, for Christmas,
DH and his sister received the joint gift of cheap store brand plastic
interlocking building blocks. They didn't really play with them
often, but they did crack the lid a few times. The next year, at
Christmas, they received ANOTHER container of cheap store brand
blocks. Though young, they became a little suspicious. They put
one of those little round plastic pieces from a pizza box in with
their blocks one time. They were kids; they were playing with them.
But, that Christmas, they received . . . (Yep! You guessed it!)
. . . cheap, store brand blocks, with the little white pizza box
piece in it. Their mother had given them their own toy for Christmas.
Not once, but twice! It was then that they realized that their
mother officially sucked. Oh, and before anyone tells me, "They
wanted their kids to have a good Christmas, even though they were
poor," I'll prove it untrue. Good Ole' MIL spends (then AND
now) tons of her rich dad's money on pills, drugs, and beer. And,
she is the yard-sale-broken-knickknack queen. She could have actually
bought them something that they didn't already own. After all,
that gift had been around the $5 mark to begin with.
Signed - My MIL - She'd
Gift Wrap A Turd
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Before I begin my ranting
and raving and whatnot, let me just say that I don't HATE my MIL.
I really don't. There are times when I can tolerate being around
her, and, dare I say, enjoy it. However, that is only in small
doses. But, SHE DRIVES ME CRAZY, and most of the time I can't stand
her. Sure, a lot of MILs have the tendency to be rude, annoying,
inconsiderate, etc., but this one, Oooo, she takes the cake. She
is probably the most SELF-CENTERED person that I have EVER met!
When I first started dating my DH, my FFIL told me that FMIL is
crazy, manipulative, etc., etc. I just laughed, because a lot of
divorced people tend to flame their former spouses. To me, she
actually seemed nice. The first thing I noticed was the way she
acted, as if I was just not good enough for her son. Even that
wasn't enough to make me think badly of her, because my DH's ex-GF
had used him and cheated on him. I just thought she was being a
little overprotective. Shortly after my DF and I had been dating
(3 months later), we found out that we were expecting our first
child. HER first remark was, "YOU BETTER GET MARRIED BEFORE
THAT CHILD IS BORN." I told my DH that I did not want to get
married just because I was pregnant. I wanted us to get married
because we were in love. The funny thing was that, several weeks
before we found out I was pregnant, DH had told me that we would
not get married for, like, another year or so, which was fine with
me. But, as soon as FMIL said that we needed to get married, he
started planning our wedding. WTF? This irritated me, but I just
let it fly. A few months into my pregnancy, I started having pains
in my lower stomach. It felt like a pulled muscle or something.
As soon as MIL heard me complaining about it she said, "OMG.
You're having a miscarriage and you need to go to the hospital!!"
Who was I to question what she was saying? I had never been pregnant,
and she had two kids. So I, of course, took her word for it and
completely panicked. At the hospital, the doctor said that this
was not a miscarriage, it was simply my stomach stretching to accommodate
the fetus. From there, it only got worse. One night, DH and I
were visiting my MIL, and talking about the baby. MIL said, "Well,
my son PROMISED me that if he has a DD, he is going to name her
XY or XZ" X was the name of DH's sibling, who had died. First
of all, they never knew if it was a boy or a girl. Therefore, the
baby never had a middle name!! She said, "Isn't that right,
son? Didn't you promise me?" I gave DH a burn-in-he!! look.
I told FIL how she expected us to name the baby after her dead baby.
That was beside the point. She had NO right to try to tell ME what
the baby's name was going to be. It is not just up to my DH. It
is a decision that is to be made between DH and me, and sure as
% &* not her!!! However, every time she says sh!t like that,
DH never talks to her about it. There is so much more to say, but
I need a break and I will finish as soon as I'm done.
Signed - Just Getting
Started
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Worst gift: One Christmas,
I unwrapped a little box with a hinged lid that contained a fake,
old fashioned fishing lure. It was lime green and the ugliest thing
I'd ever received. To this day, I do not understand why. I do
not fish. I do not collect fishing stuff. I did not know how to
respond. It was my only Christmas gift from MIL. Others got 3
or 4. I think she may not like me.
Signed - Could Do All
Right Without MIL
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