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Mother-In-Law Mall
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Mother-In-Law Stories
March 24, 2010
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FEBRUARY
2010
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Since the time I began
(CASUALLY!) dating DH (but soon to be ex-DH), my MIL talked to me
about breast-feeding. She misses breast-feeding her children, still
has dreams about it, breast-fed her friend's children, wanted to
know what I was planning to do when I had children (I was 22 at
the time, and hadn't even thought about having kids yet, much less
how I was going to feed them!), what my mom did with us, etc. Weeeeeird.
Fast forward 3 years into our marriage. We were at the IL's house
and my MIL asked me if I wanted to go visit her neighbor's daughter
and see her new baby. I said, "Sure," so we went over
there. She met the daughter/new mother for the first time, and
immediately said, "Are you breast-feeding?" Seriously?
That's what you ask when you just meet someone? Then, she went
on to talk to the new mom about how much she loved nursing her kids,
and that she tried to keep her milk going so she could nurse her
grandbabies!!!!!!!!!!!!! Needless to say, once I did eventually
have a child, I didn't let her watch him. She kept asking to have
"alone time" with DS, specifically all by herself, without
her DH. When my child was 10 months old and I was no longer breast-feeding
him (and he had a good amount of teeth), I finally let her watch
him for an hour or two while DH and I went to dinner on a Friday
night. I thought all was well. But, we visited MIL two days later
for Mother's Day, and there on her kitchen table was a stack of
books about breast-feeding. She had checked them out from the library
the morning after she watched my child. She will never, ever, ever,
ever watch him again.
Signed - Get Your Boob
Out Of My Kid's Mouth!
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Two years in a row my
FSMIL ruined Christmas for us. Year 1. Early fall, she and DF
visited us. She did not like how we were raising our DD. This
gal also believes that computers are demons. So, she made FFIL
get rid of his late wife's computer. About a couple of months down
the road, my man got a letter from her stating that if we didn't
do as she told us to do, she was going to turn us in to child protective
services. She gave a list of things that we had to do. The VERY
top item on the list said that we had to get rid of all the demons
(computers) in our house. Shortly after getting the letter, CPS
paid us a visit. Every complaint on the list was identical to her
letter. The day after that, DF called back home. The old bat wouldn't
let him get a word in edgewise. She called him a liar and a few
other names. She really got into it when he talked about us having
social workers. He had them for most of DD's life (she has a form
of autism). It got to the point where he just hung up on her.
He said that we were not going to see the family at Xmas that year.
He even sent letters to that effect. One of his SILs, by marriage,
tried to guilt me into making me force him to take us up there.
His GM is in her 90s. Every Xmas just might be her last. SIL was
using that as a guilt factor. Let's just say that she got slightly
nasty when I told her that I was standing behind my man. I wasn't
gonna undermine his authority. Skip to the next year. Long drive
up to the home town. We were both tired. I'm also handicapped
and limited on what I can lift and carry. Got the car unloaded.
We got the stuff into the bedroom. Our habit is to get stuff into
the room and straighten it up the next day. We barely had plumped
our rumps down when she tore into us about how messy we had placed
the luggage into the guest bedroom. Then, right after that, she
tore into us for us not paying attention to our DD while we were
unloading. She had asked us if she could watch DD while we got
the stuff out of the car, and claimed that we didn't have the God
given right to raise our kid. She started in that our kid should
have been potty trained by the age of 2, and that all autistic kids
were pretty much potty trained by then. DD was 4 at that time.
The average age for a kid with autism for potty training is 4-5.
It got so bad that DF was about to throw the stuff back into the
car and go back home. He was tired. I finally got him to call
a family member to try and find us a room for the time that we would
be up there. Two of his sisters were pure angels, and they came
through. Later, I had to air out and wash everything. We cannot
stand cigarette smoke. Even the suitcase smelled of smoke. I found
out later that the step-mom has a habit of NOT taking her mood medication
at holiday times. This last year, we stayed in a hotel. It was
easier on us. I made my man promise NEVER to give his dad a key
to our house, as we have plans to move up there.
Signed - About Ready
To Punch Her Lights Out
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