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Mother-In-Law Stories
March 31, 2008
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FEBRUARY
2008
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My ILs came for Easter
and brought my BIL with them. He's in his twenties and lives with
his parents. BIL didn't say one word to us the entire time. Instead,
he played games on the computer and watched the sci-fi channel for
two days straight. FIL and MIL drank hot tea by the gallon and
didn't help with childcare at all, except when I literally dumped
a baby in their laps and asked them to hold him for a few minutes
so I could perform yet another chore. MIL talks in a depressing
monotone and tells the same "we - had - nothing - growing -
up - so - pity - me" stories that she's already told us a hundred
times. She talks about BIL like he's in grade school, because she
can't cope with the fact that her kids have grown up. BIL is hugely
overweight and depressed, probably from living with her, but she
sees nothing wrong with him. Easter was not the joyous occasion
it could have been. I didn't even know they were coming until the
day before they came, and they didn't ask. They just said that
they were coming, so we scrambled around cleaning all night, not
that it mattered. Their house is filthy, so ours, in its messy
state, no doubt looks clean to them. BIL cracked our futon when
he sat down to put on his shoes, because he is so fat. MIL, when
she saw the damage, said, in this awe-filled voice, "When did
that happen? I didn't notice that yesterday." It happened
when your fat kid sat on it, lady. Quit imposing on us and bringing
us down with your constant pathos.
Signed - Get A Life,
People, And Smile Once In A While!
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DH and I have been married
for nearly three years now. We were in the middle of planning our
wedding when we found out that we were pregnant with our first child.
My MIL was so sweet, always asking how I was and telling stories
about her pregnancies. She has all boys. But, now that we are
expecting our second, she hasn't said two words to me since we told
her. There will be two years between our first child and this one.
I don't understand why she is acting this way, when her first two
were closer than ours. And, if that isn't enough, she is always
talking about everyone behind their backs. I even heard her telling
a complete stranger how she felt about our second pregnancy. I'm
thinking, "What the he!!. She can't even walk her @ss up to
me and say that." That's not even the end of it. Every time
she wants something from me or wants to know something about me,
she calls my DH and doesn't even care what time it is. She is getting
on my last nerve. DH is close to his mother (really close), and
the fact that we live right behind her isn't helping. I just want
to know why she acts the way she does!! I swear, there are days
when I just want to smack her!
Signed - About Fed UP!
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My MIL really bothers
me. Every time she comes over, she wants to go do something. She
wants to go to a show, or out to dinner, or she'll want to fix up
part of the house. It sounds good of her, but my DH and I both
work full time. We have two babies, and we are too tired to do
much extra, what with caring for children, cleaning, working, etc.
She never tells us ahead of time what she has planned, or even when
she is coming over. All of a sudden she'll be at our house, telling
us that we need to repaint our shutters or fix our back porch.
I like my house. If I want something about it changed, I'll change
it or pay someone to change it. I don't want advice and I don't
want her to do it, because she will. Only it will take several
years for her and FIL to get around to it, all the while telling
us how much it would cost to pay a professional, and what we're
saving having them do it instead. I would very much rather pay
a professional just so I never have to hear how grateful we should
be again. It's to the point where I get angry just hearing her
voice, no matter what she actually says. I know that she and FIL
don't really like me, and only tolerate me because they think their
son walks on water. He's a great guy, don't get me wrong, but he
gets all sucked into their craziness when they come over. He and
MIL sit on the floor and talk about the details of our lives, while
I chase children and make meals. MIL never sits on furniture.
It's very strange. Once, when she parked herself on our floor like
a beached whale, she stretched out and her shirt went way up, so
her whole fat belly was exposed. She didn't pull the shirt down.
It wasn't pretty. Another time, she sat behind the armchair, where
we store extra afghans and couch pillows, and read the entire paper
there. BEHIND THE CHAIR, like some little kid pretending they're
in a fort or something. Like I said, it's strange. She manages
to put me down and make random, hurtful comments, but still can't
figure out how to load a dishwasher, or remember how to care for
a baby (she has four kids). I guess I'm just tired of wishing that
they would see that I'm a good person and good mother, and that
I'm capable of leading a normal adult life. DH and I both have
advanced degrees, good jobs in our areas of expertise, our own home.
I don't understand why they continue to belittle me and treat me
like I'm a . . .
Signed - Clueless Little
Girl
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