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Mother-In-Law Stories
February 26, 2010
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I haven't been on this
sight for a while, because my evil ILs haven't spoken to me in over
a year and a half. While that makes me happier than I can say,
my poor DH (said sarcastically) can't take it. So, we're getting
a divorce. It is completely and 100 percent because of his parents.
All because they threw a fit over the name I wanted to name our
DS. I hate them, and am glad to be getting away.
Signed - Finally Getting
A Divorce
( responses to this story )
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My MIL. Oh, my MIL.
She and my DH had issues for a long time, because my SIL was her
favorite, golden child. She helped SIL with the down payment and
the loan cosign for four cars. She also cosigned SIL's school loans.
She did neither for DH. She wouldn't even let him borrow her car
to learn to drive. He didn't have his first car until I bought
him a clunker, when we were moving in together. He also couldn't
finish college until I took money out of my loans and paid off what
he owed to the university. His loans wouldn't get through, and
he needed to clear his record. Luckily, he was 25 by then. He
could officially be considered independent, and his mother's income
wouldn't be counted against him. But, hey, since he moved out of
her place on his own, they patched things up. It seemed like she'd
changed, and we got along just fine. That lasted until we got married.
We never asked for anything, but MIL said that she was going to
give us money as a present. Okay, fine. It's been over six months
since our wedding and we haven't even seen a card to say, "Congratulations."
We also got into a really tight financial spot and DH called his
mom. He wasn't asking to borrow money. Although, he did ask that
she pay her and his grandmother's share of the cell phone bill,
as she was supposed to and never does. He was, however, asking
for some moral support. All he got was yelled at about how she
worked three jobs to support them when they were kids, and how we
shouldn't be so picky about what jobs we take. Mind you, we have
massive school loans and need to make a good deal of money to break
even monthly, so retail isn't really going to cut it. But, yeah,
gee thanks for that sympathy. I'll be sure to take those nonexistent
job offers, just like you suggest. Then, we mentioned to her (and
this was our mistake) that we were not sure if we'd be able to keep
paying rent and might have to move in with my parents. MIGHT.
She went and tattled to SIL, who was renting the place with us,
because, oh my goodness, we were screwing over her little princess.
She knew we had every intention of giving her a full 30 days notice
and were going to help her find a new roommate, or whatever she
needed. But hey, she still had to stick up for her baby. The real
irony? Wonderful SIL decided she didn't want to pay rent anymore
and gave us barely three weeks notice that she was moving out.
MIL totally stuck up for her and was even going to call the landlord
for her. That's right. She was going to call the landlord to tell
him that her DD was moving out. This is her adult daughter, who
still doesn't understand why it was wrong of her not to give proper
30 day notice to us or the landlord. But, that's not all. We went
to her place for Christmas morning and she made a whole big deal
about how she loves all of us. At the same time she was smoking
in the house and telling her BF that it was okay for him to do the
same, when she knows I have bad asthma and no health insurance.
I actually had to get up from the couch and go sit at the dining
table because she lit a cigarette a foot away from me. I was so
sick later that week that I couldn't breathe without pain. DH called
her to ask her to take me to the doctor the next day, because he
knew she had a day off and he had to work. She said that she was
so stressed out and really needed the hair appointment she had that
day, and she could not possibly cancel it. I was pretty much in
shock when DH relayed what she had said. If she had called us and
asked me to take her to the doctor, I would have canceled whatever
I had planned and done it because that's what you do for people
you care about. But, oh, I missed my favorite one. MIL was a single
mother and raised DH and SIL pretty much on her own. I'll give
her credit for that. What I don't give her credit for is how often
she goes on about how she sacrificed and how she's now owed by her
kids and by the universe. SIL actually flat out says that they
owe her for not kicking them to the curb, when the going got tough.
You know, apparently that's just not what you do when you're a parent.
But hey, MIL is a martyr of the greatest degree. In fact, her mother
had to be moved in with her because GMIL has early stage dementia.
All MIL has done since day one is complain about how tough it is
and how she should be enjoying her life now, and not having to make
more sacrifices. GMIL is a sweet woman, whose disease is, luckily,
still pretty mild. Yes, she can be handful sometimes, but she's
mostly just a little confused. MIL yells at her for stupid things
and basically takes her stress out on her. I've told her many times
that she needs to get GMIL into a day program for seniors and she
needs various mental strengthening activities. Yet still, all GMIL
has to do is sit in front of the TV all day. And all MIL ever does
is complain about how tough it is. What's really special is that
my own GM died this past spring after a pneumonia-induced coma and
years of suffering from Alzheimer's. Before the coma, she was in
end-stage dementia and frequently attacked people. My parents, DH
and I would alternate very regular nursing home visits. We would
try to make her walk up and down the hall, and feed her. It was
a nightmare. And it was going on at the same time that my other
GM had cancer. I was in a very difficult graduate program and we
were planning our wedding. MIL knew all that. We told her about
how tough it was. But, of course, we still know nothing and GMIL
is just such a burden. After everything, DH now says that unless
she really admits to everything she's done and really changes, he's
basically done. And, I'm done no matter what, because I now see
that we can't rely on her at all, and she can't be trusted to treat
any children we may have equally. I'm really glad that my family
treats DH like one of their own. He deserves to have that, even
if his own mother can't give it to him. But, hey, she's losing
out. She better hope SIL is planning on taking care of her when
she's old, because we're not.
Signed - Love Isn't Just
Words
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