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Cynthia7461
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RP. Whats your worst MIL Story
Cynthia7461
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I posted this on 0-3 by mistake.
I love MIL stories, so tell me yours. My MIL drives me crazy town, so it makes me feel better to know that I am not alone.
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I'll give you my first WTF, but I could honestly fill up this post.
When I was about to push everyone was in the room. IL's, Mom, Gma and my sisters. I asked them all to leave. I only wanted DH in there. My MIL on the way out says "You are kicking me out. Let's see who is going to watch him when he comes out then". The Ob's jaw dropeed.
My MIL once fed me chicken from a can. No, not canned chicken. A whole chicken, bones and all, inside a can. I nearly barfed on the dinner table.
The next time she made salmon patties using canned salmon and miracle whip. All mashed together.
I have a million crazy stories but....
My MIL is so crazy that she keeps the ashes of her two dogs (like from 26 years ago) in her car at all times because she wants them close to her and they make her feel safe when she is driving....um yeah no joke. She's nuts.
Whoa. That's crazy.
I could write a book. Seriously. My MIL has mental issues and refuses to take the meds she is prescribed because she "doesn't need" them.
There is the time we asked her to watch DS 2 or 3 days a week when I went back to work. We asked her before he was born, after he was born, and then two days before I went back to work she called DH and told him she couldn't because she didn't feel comfortable leaving DH's brothers alone. His brothers are 25, 24, and 18. Seriously.
On our second date I went to his house because he still lived at home after returning from Iraq a few weeks earlier. Somehow we got on the topic of birthdays, and MIL asked when mine was. I told her, and she says, "Oh, that's Tasha's birthday! You can be our new daughter!" I had no idea who Tasha was, but this was our SECOND DATE and I was her new daughter? Found out later that Tasha was DH's sister born a year before he was that didn't make it.
She came to my bridal shower and sat and complained the whole time about how long it took to get there from her house. She lives about 45 minutes away, but only if you drive on the highway, which she will not do because she FREAKS OUT if she drives faster than 50 MPH. Like full on panic attack. So she takes back roads which literally double the trip, and then complains about the time she spent getting there.
I have a million and some are pretty crazy but after the last bumpie who was anonymously outed to her MIL for posting stuff about her here I am way too scared to post stories.
VOMIT.
My first meeting with the ILs became I hate Ashley (me) week. MIL decided that she hated me, told DH that I was fat, lazy, didn't want to get a job ( I was let got from my job), didn't know why DH took me in (meaning why we moved in together), and that I was mean to DH.
Fast forward to 6 weeks after DS is born, they come over to visit (they live in the UK, thank god) and she has a fight with DH and he asks why she is not taking pictures of DS and me, she replies with "Well because of the way she looks!" I just had a baby! She then sends FIL out to talk to me about losing weight!
I just keep telling myself, I have the perfect husband and perfect son, so something has to be awful!
BFP #1: 6/25/09 EDD 2/13/10 @ 6 weeks- Saw HB @ 9 weeks - DS born 2/11/10 (39w5d)
BFP #2: 2/20/13 EDD 11/4/13 - Saw HB 3/19/13 (7w2d) - MMC discovered 4/13/13 (10w5d) - Est. loss @ 9w3d - D&C 4/14/13
BFP #4: 9/10/14 (3w6d) EDD 5/21/15 - natural MC 9/23/14 @ 5w5d
BFP #5: 11/23/14 (3w3d) EDD 8/4/15 - Please be our Rainbow!
My MIL hounded us for months about changing LOs name when she heard it would be Owen. You see, she had a former boss with that name and she didn't like him so we were ruining her life!! At one point we didn't speak to her for two months because she hung up on us after we said we were definitely choosing Owen.
An hour after he was born... our first and her first grandson... DH called her to tell her and she asked what his name was. When DH confirmed Owen she started crying and said "you've broken my heart!!". F. U.
The latest one was just yesterday. I stay at home. But I am also a scrapbook designer. I work for one of the top three scrapbooking websites on their Creative Team and promote manufacturers so they can sell more products. I also teach classes locally sometimes. When MIL heard that Owen was close to crawling she told my husband "Jess had better give up that scrapbooking and start to pay more attention to him". WOW. First of all, I only work when Owen is sleeping or my husband is home to take him. Second, she doesn't even live here and has met him once! I watch this kid like a hawk alone for 12 hours a day and apparently she thinks I am a crap mother. Whatever... this little boy has had more love and attention in 5 months than her kids got in their entire lives. Oh, she makes my blood BOIL.
When I was pregnant, I she told me that what a good mother does is stay home with her child and not go back to work. This from the woman who made her second grader a latch-key kid because she went back to school full time and didn't schedule her classes to accomodate her child.
Also, she recently told me that she didn't want her son to marry me.
twitter: @aliciamariel
This happened to me when I used to post on The Knot....by my now SIL. I'm sure she thinks I've forgotten all about it, but I can't forgive her for not talking to me about it first and just running to tattle on me.
I got a new screen name, but it scared me, I don't think I posted on The Knot after that.
She basically called me fat when I was pregnant! I don't stand for any BS, so things got pretty bad. We are still not on good terms and won't be. She has only seen LO twice and has done NOTHING for him...I'm cool with that!
I will tell the shortest of about a million.
On my tenth hour of labor with no food, my MIL proceeded to bring her lunch to my room and eat it next to me. I was far from happy. She was lucky my legs were numb. Unfortunately for her, my mouth was not. I was not nice.
I'm still irked about this... she RUINED my rehearsal dinner.
I know tradition says that the mothers will be walked by an escort with the dads behind them, but this is not how I wanted to do it. To me, that's stupid. I wanted the moms and dads to walk together. She threw the worst hissy fit.
See she had bought some fancy,dancy dress for my moderately casual (still tuxes, but not like black tie) wedding and her DH (my DH's step dad) refused to rent a tux (whcih didn't bother me since he wasn't actually in the wedding). She said that they wouldn't match because she had such a fancy dress and that's not how you're supposed to do it anyway.
So during rehearsal, when it comes her time to walk (her DH couldn't be at rehearsal) she stomped, and I mean picture a 3 year old, down the aisle to her seat and crossed her arms.
So in the end she decided that she was going to leave the dinner and my DH and my dad had to go talk to her. And during dinner DH's family was on one side of the building while mine was on the other.
Before we were married, my MIL tried to trick me into converting to their religion.
After DD was born, she answered the front door to a stranger while she was holding DD, and it was 20-degrees outside, and DD was 4 days old. DH and I ran out for an errand, but came home just as she was opening the door to this stranger in the cold with my 4 day old, so I saw the whole thing.
And there are many many many MANY other crazy MIL things. I tell my husband that his family views me as his 'practice/starter' wife until he finds a nice girl of their own religion to marry. lol
You "broke her heart" because you didn't name your child what she wanted. Nice one. That's pretty BSC.
Last October my grandmother died and I called my MIL to let her know we'd be at my parents' house (45 minutes from her) for the weekend and to see if we could see her, but since the funeral wasn't planned yet and we needed to help clear out her house, we would have to let her know on short notice when we'd be available. She had a pretty packed schedule that weekend. She made a huge deal out of it and demanded that we see her and tell her at least 3 days in advance when it would be so she could change her plans politely. Obviously we told her we'd just have to see her the next time.
One week after my grandmother died, my brother went missing. When we let her know that his body had been found and that we'd be coming to my parents' house again to plan the funeral, she called us every day to ask us when we could break away to come SPEND THE NIGHT at her house. I don't think I will ever forgive her. Ever.
Whaat??
Yeah, that's pretty much just the tip of her BSC iceberg. Seriously, this woman takes the cake for nutcases.
She called my parents to tell them that she is worried my husband is on steriods. My parents decided to stay out the situation so she called them Mother *uckers. She is a loney tune.