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Mother-In-Law Mall
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Mother-In-Law Stories
March 26, 2008
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FEBRUARY
2008
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Have I already written
about this? I hope not. My BIL (DH's younger brother) is the Golden
Child. BIL got married a year before we did, and MIL waited to
put BIL's wedding pictures in a huge collage frame until after our
wedding so that she could put ours in it too. I thought that was
exceptionally thoughtful of her to wait on framing BIL's pictures
for an entire year so she could have ours, too! Four years later,
that collage frame hangs prominently in MIL's living room, with
only one picture of my DH and me. It's a picture of us dancing,
so you can only see the back of my head. I'm in one other picture,
and it's with the flower girl and ring bearer. Out of about 20
photos, only three are from our wedding. The rest of the photos
in the frame are from BIL's wedding. They include BIL and his wife's
engagement photo, the two of them together at the wedding, group
photos of each side of the family (I wasn't asked to be in the family
photos, I guess because I wasn't family yet, but their longtime
next-door neighbor was), photos of BIL's wife with her bridesmaids,
photos of the in-laws with BIL and his wife, and a few other candid
shots. I know my rank in their family, but it still kills me every
time I walk in the house and see that frame.
Signed - Not Really Family,
Ever?
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My MIL offered to be in
charge of the rice pouches for my wedding. She carefully made individual
rice pouches for everyone to throw for when her DS and I were to
come out of the church. When the day came and we walked out of
the church, I was hit very hard in the face by what felt like gravel!
It did not fall over my head, it slammed me right in the face.
I mentioned it to DH at the time, because it really hurt and felt
like gravel. But, with all the excitement at the moment, I forgot
about it. Then came the day when my photographer brought over the
photographs. There was a picture of MIL hurling the mysterious
mixture that she made especially for herself to throw at me. The
photograph caught it in mid air hitting my face, and also caught
the nasty scowl on her face! That was the beginning of years of
insults and put downs from her. We no longer have anything to do
with her, as I was the one who had to put my foot down. I got married
at age 26. I told her off at age 40. I am now age 47, and the
last 7 years have been the very best years of my marriage. DH was
glad I told her off, too!
Signed - Better Later
Than Never!
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I'm only 5'2", and
gave birth to a 9 lb, 8 oz baby. The delivery took a real toll
on me physically, and I was sleep deprived from breast-feeding every
2-3 hours. Just days after baby and I arrived home from the hospital,
MIL called to announce that she was coming to visit for the weekend.
She was bringing along FIL, GMIL, SIL and SIL's five-year-old.
They were going to stay at our house. DH asked her to postpone
the visit for a couple of weeks until I recovered, but she refused
because SIL didn't want to rearrange her work schedule. I spent
hours preparing the house. By the time they arrived, I was exhausted.
One frustration led to another, such as hobbling upstairs to lie
down (couch was commandeered by guests) or nursing (lest ultraconservative
FIL or five-year-old accidentally see my breast). Then, I got worried
because breast-feeding no longer satisfied baby. Due to the stress,
I had stopped producing as much milk as before. Hungry baby cried
all night, and so did I. Not willing to give up nursing (as MIL
and GMIL suggested I should), I resolved to have a heart-to-heart
with MIL. Honesty is best, right? So, I told MIL that I thought
stress and exhaustion were affecting the feedings. I asked for
her help, and suggested that if the next couple of feedings did
not improve, we may need to cut the visit short so that I could
get the feedings back on track. To my disbelief, MIL told everyone
that I had thrown them out of my house, instead of telling them
what I had actually said. They packed quickly and left. I actually
called and apologized, but it was not enough. To this day, NINE
YEARS LATER, one of the ILs still refuses to visit our home because
of this. MIL never has apologized or accepted any blame for how
badly she handled the situation.
Signed - Thanks For Letting
Me Vent!
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