Ah, the great Monster-in-law, the woman who lives to make our lives miserable the minute we marry their precious little baby bastard... um, boy.
At first, I thought I'd won the lottery of in-laws, because my mother in law was a truly nice woman. She included me on shopping trips, to visit the rest of the family, and even for baking family favorite cookies and cakes.
When I had nothing but good things to say about her son, it was wonderful. She told her friends how much she loved having me in the family, how great it was to finally have her daughter.
The minute I told her (yes, *I* told her a santizied version of the problems in our marriage, because her precious baby boy couldn't man up about being a total douchebag) that the marriage was in trouble, she changed her tune.
I didn't realize how quick she'd turned around until my husband, her son, threatened to kill me over debit cards. Or was it the car? One of the two. Anyway, he threatens to kill me, I calmly lose my mind, and her response to the whole thing was...
wait for it...
"He's upset."
I started drinking soon after that.
The entire time my exhusband and I were dating and married, his aunt (he lived with his uncle and her from age 12 til he graduated high school) was a complete bitch to me. I never knew why she despised me but it was obvious. Our wedding photographer said he’d never seen a more somber group of people at a wedding.
Throughout our marriage we would always fuss about me having to go visit his family when we went “back home”. My family lived just a few minutes away and rarely would he bother going with me to see them but I was expected to give up my time to visit his family even though they didn’t like me.
After a couple of years, exhusband realized that I was not being crazy when I said that I knew Aunt didn’t like me because he heard about some things that she’d said about me and I was absolved of ever having to go to her house again. Amen.
We divorce and I don’t see her for over 10 years (except for at my ex’s sister’s funeral and then it was just in passing). A few weeks ago, right after my ex’s mother died (whom I was still close to and had always gotten along with), I get an email from the Aunt. A long-winded email saying that she knew it was probably a bad time to send it with MIL just dying but her death made her realize that life was too short to have unfinished business.
She said she had no idea why she was so mean to me and said the things that she did (for crying out loud - I was 17 when I met her. A kid! What a beast.) and she was sorry if anything she did ever affected our marriage negatively. Well, yes...yes it did. But really, how does it matter at this date? I’ve been married for over 9 years now to an awesome man and hadn’t thought about any of the things she’d mentioned for over a decade.
She asked for my forgiveness. Bleh. I thought about emailing her back to be polite but decided not to. I have a hard enough time mustering up the gumption to email people who I like talking to to waste keystrokes just to make someone else feel good.
I could probably write an entire post on in-laws. My ex-husband's mother was a manipulative, prescription drug addicted, chain smoking, old bat. And, just like Celeste's ex, I was expected to show up with my baby in tow to every pathetic family dinner and holiday in their nasty ass house where the walls were stained from all the years of smoking and the carpet was torn back to the cement in places. Not to mention my sister-in-law lived with them with her son (no one knew who the father was) and she would disappear for days on end typically on drug binges.
I remember one Christmas she (the sister in law) had come in and thrown her leather jacket on my MIL's bed (where the kids were tripping in and out to see grandma) and out rolls a vial of cocaine. Apparently she didn't see it and I don't know how long it was on the bed before I walked in and saw it. My baby could have picked that up! I flipped out and my ex (who was still trying to act like Mr. Wonderful back then) threw a fit and dumped it down the toilet. But, the last straw was watching my MIL doze off with a lit cigarette and a long, hot ash dropping onto the back of her hand for almost thirty seconds before she noticed it. My ex just couldn't understand why I didn't want grandma to babysit!
Fast forward to my current MIL... the one who tried to kill me with carcinogenic laden deodorant she was a sweet, nonsmoking, church going lady when I met her. I thought she was a doll. Until the first time I heard her leave a psychotic message for her son at his apartment. It was all down hill from there. My husband adopted my children from my first marriage shortly after we were married. Normally I don't make it a point to explain that but if I didn't it wouldn't make sense why my MIL made a huge deal over "blood relatives, and real grandchildren. My BIL had a son that my MIL was over-the-top obsessed with, even for a first time grandmother. When my husband and I had our youngest, my MIL was over the moon at FINALLY having a granddaughter (didn't matter that her son had adopted my son and daughter) and then proceeded to completely ignore our older children. When she announced a couple of years ago that she was ONLY going to buy Christmas gifts for "the little one" - it was the last straw for my husband. Between that and her psychotic religious rants against evolution, homosexuality, and Muslims, it was time for her to go.
Seriously, I'm skimming the tip of the iceberg here because I could devote an entire post to that woman.
The entire time my exhusband and I were dating and married, his aunt (he lived with his uncle and her from age 12 til he graduated high school) was a complete bitch to me. I never knew why she despised me but it was obvious. Our wedding photographer said he’d never seen a more somber group of people at a wedding.
Throughout our marriage we would always fuss about me having to go visit his family when we went “back home”. My family lived just a few minutes away and rarely would he bother going with me to see them but I was expected to give up my time to visit his family even though they didn’t like me.
After a couple of years, exhusband realized that I was not being crazy when I said that I knew Aunt didn’t like me because he heard about some things that she’d said about me and I was absolved of ever having to go to her house again. Amen.
We divorce and I don’t see her for over 10 years (except for at my ex’s sister’s funeral and then it was just in passing). A few weeks ago, right after my ex’s mother died (whom I was still close to and had always gotten along with), I get an email from the Aunt. A long-winded email saying that she knew it was probably a bad time to send it with MIL just dying but her death made her realize that life was too short to have unfinished business.
She said she had no idea why she was so mean to me and said the things that she did (for crying out loud - I was 17 when I met her. A kid! What a beast.) and she was sorry if anything she did ever affected our marriage negatively. Well, yes...yes it did. But really, how does it matter at this date? I’ve been married for over 9 years now to an awesome man and hadn’t thought about any of the things she’d mentioned for over a decade.
She asked for my forgiveness. Bleh. I thought about emailing her back to be polite but decided not to. I have a hard enough time mustering up the gumption to email people who I like talking to to waste keystrokes just to make someone else feel good.
I could probably write an entire post on in-laws. My ex-husband's mother was a manipulative, prescription drug addicted, chain smoking, old bat. And, just like Celeste's ex, I was expected to show up with my baby in tow to every pathetic family dinner and holiday in their nasty ass house where the walls were stained from all the years of smoking and the carpet was torn back to the cement in places. Not to mention my sister-in-law lived with them with her son (no one knew who the father was) and she would disappear for days on end typically on drug binges.
I remember one Christmas she (the sister in law) had come in and thrown her leather jacket on my MIL's bed (where the kids were tripping in and out to see grandma) and out rolls a vial of cocaine. Apparently she didn't see it and I don't know how long it was on the bed before I walked in and saw it. My baby could have picked that up! I flipped out and my ex (who was still trying to act like Mr. Wonderful back then) threw a fit and dumped it down the toilet. But, the last straw was watching my MIL doze off with a lit cigarette and a long, hot ash dropping onto the back of her hand for almost thirty seconds before she noticed it. My ex just couldn't understand why I didn't want grandma to babysit!
Fast forward to my current MIL... the one who tried to kill me with carcinogenic laden deodorant she was a sweet, nonsmoking, church going lady when I met her. I thought she was a doll. Until the first time I heard her leave a psychotic message for her son at his apartment. It was all down hill from there. My husband adopted my children from my first marriage shortly after we were married. Normally I don't make it a point to explain that but if I didn't it wouldn't make sense why my MIL made a huge deal over "blood relatives, and real grandchildren. My BIL had a son that my MIL was over-the-top obsessed with, even for a first time grandmother. When my husband and I had our youngest, my MIL was over the moon at FINALLY having a granddaughter (didn't matter that her son had adopted my son and daughter) and then proceeded to completely ignore our older children. When she announced a couple of years ago that she was ONLY going to buy Christmas gifts for "the little one" - it was the last straw for my husband. Between that and her psychotic religious rants against evolution, homosexuality, and Muslims, it was time for her to go.
Seriously, I'm skimming the tip of the iceberg here because I could devote an entire post to that woman.
When my two oldest were 5 and 3, she GOT. THEM. HIGH.
Yes, took a bong, and got them high because she thought it would be funny.
See? I win!
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Why is it that the term "exhusband" makes me wonder how the bloody fuck we all married the same asshat.
My in laws lived near by, a twenty minute drive, and we there every weekend to do laundry. Saturday and Sunday. All day. Didn't matter I worked as a night shift waitress, I was expected to go with him and sit and make conversation when all I wanted was sleep.
Yet, going to visit my mother (a four hour drive) was impossible. I'd save up money and get the time off, and beg to go see my family. We'd stay one night, then we'd have to leave because he just couldn't handle being around them for much longer.
See! All married the same jack-off!
Wah! *blink* *blink*
I'm sorry, I'm just completely floored over Winnie's bitch. I think you win. Definitely.
A round of shots in Winnie's honor.
Holy shit. And I was outraged when my sister got my dog high because she thought it would help keep her from scratching.
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