@BKau inspired me to start a discussion about this. I used to always say that when I got married I would make sure I was close to my MIL and not be another horror story. However, I'm afraid I have failed because my MIL is a monster! Seriously. Her own family avoids her.
Does anyone else have to deal with crap from their MIL? It makes me feel better to know I am not alone. I'll have to come up with some examples while this post is up because if I told the whole story it would be the longest post in the history of posts!
Edit: Here's one I just remembered. When I was pregnant the first time (miscarriage), my husband told her but asked her to not tell anyone because it was very early. Well, we told her about the loss a couple of weeks later. My DH's grandfather passed away the next week and he and DH were very close. He told her we didn't want to stay at her house because of some previous problems, but did so nicely. FIL told us just not to come then but of course we went.
Both MIL and FIL refused to speak to either of us at the funeral and my poor DH was already so upset. When we got there, we found out she had not only told everyone we were pregnant but neglected to tell them about our loss. I had tons of people congratulating me on the baby and I didn't have the heart to tell them what had happened because I was falling apart, too. They then proceeded to treat SIL's boyfriend like he was there son and actually introduced him as that while ignoring their own.
Man that turned out long anyway!
Married 3/5/11
BFP: 6/19/12, D&C 8/23/12
BFP: 5/17/13, Born 12/16/2013
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Example: I had DH's birthday party all planned out and she called me to tell me that it was a bad idea and that "this is what we were doing." I said absolutely not and she involved DH. It was out of control.
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My husband I and had been dating for 4 years when his sister got married. We'd been living together for 3 of those years, but were not married yet. The invitation to SIL's wedding came to us (from MIL because SIL can't handle these things) addressed to Mr. Muse and Guest.
I miscarried last January after a year of trying to get pregnant. We started fertility treatments. My MIL knew about all of this. When we found out we were pregnant this time around, my husband told her by asking her how she would feel about being a grandmother again. Her response was, "why, are you adopting?"
Here's the best one, though. After I miscarried last January, I had a follow up appt with my OB about a week after the miscarriage, during which we were going to discuss what happened, how I was healing, and where to go from there as far as trying to get pregnant. My husband was supposed to go with me, both to support me but also to help provide him with some closure. However, I ended up having to go by myself because his mother "couldn't handle my miscarriage" and needed him to drive her to her therapist appt. (And yes, she knew about my appt and that he would have to miss it.)
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1. On day 2 of the stay, I came home from work and MIL had rearranged my utility room because it "didn't make sense" before.
2. Same day 2, I noticed MIL giving my dog things to eat which I quickly corrected her and made her stop.
3. Same thing happened on day 3 - again I saw her giving the dog things to eat and encouraging her, the dog, eat sticks in the backyard after playing with them. Mind you, MIL had to break the sticks off the trees bc I picked them up everyday to avoid the dog eating them.
4. Day four - we go to dinner with my family and return to find my dog had already had multiple seizures and was in the middle of a cluster of the worst seizures ever. I was on the phone with the emergency vet after giving the dog special meds to try to stop the seizures to tell them we were coming. By the time H and I left with her she was static and I knew I was going to have to put her to sleep. Sure enough, I ended up putting her to sleep that night bc the seizures were so bad and did too much damage to her lungs and brain to try and save her. She had been through enough.
Long story short, I blame MIL for causing the seizures that night and doubt I'll ever be able to be nice to her again. October 22 marked one year since it happened and I haven't seen MIL since. They live about 10 hours away and H has told them they will be staying in a hotel if they come down when the baby is born.
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Miscarriage 3/15 at 10 weeks
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My mother in law does things like this and it irritates the hell out of me. It oversteps horribly.
When I was pregnant with dd1 she constantly called my daughter our baby. I turned to her and said, that's funny I don't recall you being there for the conception. It shut her up
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W.T.F.
That's all.
@benjaminsmommy16-- My FIL did the same budget chart thing that yours did which is ironic because they are flat broke so thanks but no thanks.
My MIL also calls this baby "our baby." Please God do not let this baby be anything like her!
My SIL is a bad heroin addict who sold some of our wedding presents that were at my IL's for drug money. She has stolen medicine from me after my spinal fusion while I was in the shower. I was trying to include my MIL in our wedding plans even though she could have cared less and drove 3 hours so we could pick them out in her home town. That is when SIL tried to steal my pills and when I told MIL she said I should have locked them in my car if I was that concerned.
My DH is a chef and his sister was waiting tables at the restaurant he worked at. He found needles and spoons in her bag and showed my MIL and she actually told him to put them back where they found it and not mention it to anyone.
My IL's are now raising her baby that got taken away because of her drug problem. When her baby's dad died I stayed with them after the funeral because I felt bad for her and she just spent the whole time shooting up. There is so much more on this subject but the main problem is that my IL's idolize my SIL but don't even try to be there for my DH when he needs them.
Also MIL would take money from H all the time. When he said no she would not call for many months. Right now she is still mad about whatH said to her this summer. She also is upset because H told her she is not allowed to move in with us since we have no space, and he doesn't want her to live with us. She changed hee number, we haven't heard from her in over two months and H likes it that way.
If I shares what she did to him in his childhood...I think all of you ladies would want to throat punch her.
She cried at the end of the baby shower she hosted at her house because now her son 'can't leave me'.
Initially, they refused to come to our wedding. They were 'busy' unless we changed it to the date they wanted.
A few weeks ago she yelled at me and argued with me because I was giving my child dinner. After that, she decided I'm a raging alcoholic that needs to stop drinking while pregnant. (She's never seen me drink and I don't drink while pregnant.)
I would blame her, too. I don't know if I could forgive her for that. My dogs are my children as well and I feel terrible she did this!
PS I have pregnancy insomnia so I'm re-reading some of these. Most all of them I read with my mouth wide open!
When DH and I were dating I had a really bad episode of extreme fatigue that lasted years because doctors couldn't figure out what was causing it or how to treat it. Most doctors didn't take me seriously and thought I was exaggerating or crazy. In the meantime , I totalled 2 cars in 2 years from falling asleep at the wheel. I didn't know what to do because I had to work in order to survive, and I didn't have another way of getting there. I was lonely, exhausted, stressed and depressed 24/7. After DH and I were engaged, DH told MIL about the cars, and she laughed and made a joke about getting me "one of those helmets" that buzzes when the wearer falls asleep.
MIL also keeps asking me what the sex of the baby is, and every time I tell her I don't know. She refuses to believe me and thinks I know and have been telling everyone but her.
FIL is a deadbeat who doesn't work, and honestly, we have no idea what he does all day. He doesn't clean the house or volunteer or anything. He is also a cranky closedminded pessimist, so whenever we tell him anything, he tells us everything that's wrong with it. He picks arguments all the time, especially with MIL, over nothing.
DH has told me stories of how they spoil his sister but treated him like crap growing up. They thought DH was gay for a little while and FIL tried to "talk him out of it" because he didnt want to have a gay son.
Other than that my ILs are nice to me (at least to my face), and I really can't complain, especially after these other horror stories.
I don't have anything good to throw in yet, except that my MIL has a real hang up about everything being starched and pressed. She thinks even newborns in onesies should be this way. I chuckled and said we're more of a "toss it in the dryer real quick" household. She scowled & said "don't bring any wrinkled-clothing kids over here!"
Ummmmm what?
My MIL on the outside surface seems like such a sweet lady and everyone has this impression of how great she is... then you actually get to know her. ha!
Besides being completely unprepared for my shower, late, almost blew up the church by running a gas oven without lighting it, my MIL had very few tasks: the venue and cake. She dropped the ball on the venue (I ended up finding a great place, free of charge, etc.). She did do a decent job on the cake so I will give her credit for that. My sister was the main person in charge of planning and was doing this out of state. She asked my MIL to pick up items from Party City, which my MIL happily did so. After the shower my sister was being polite and mentioned to pay my MIL for some items that were picked up (mind you my Sister already spent hundreds on invites, decor, etc.) My MIL insisted they square up on the bill but didn't have the receipt on her (mind you my MIL is very well off and picking up a few plates and cups and table cloths should not have broke her bank). She usually doesn't even allow us to pay for dinners so this suprised me. No big deal though as my sister did not mind paying, but nothing happened because my MIL didn't follow up. Then about a month later my sister gets a card in the mail and inside was the receipt and a note that said, here is the copy of the receipt you asked for (nothing else!). Then my sister gets a nasty email from my MIL attacking her about the bill, etc. My sister was just in awe and basically it escalated to the point where my DH told her to stop emailing my sister and harassing her about the receipt. My MIL then turned herself into the victim and threw herself a pity party and kept adding more digs at my sister, my mother, and even myself. All over a stupid receipt that my sister had no issue paying but MIL went into attack mode before my sister ever had a chance to pay up or communicate with MIL.
Needless to say I am embarassed to call her family and I feel terrbile that my sister wants nothing to do with her ever again. So much for big family parties...thanks MIL.
They have since warmed up to me, but it took them awhile. They still say "just know we pray for you that you two don't have to spend much time in purgatory, or go to hell."
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DS1 born 08.02.11
DS2 born 12.05.13
It does make me feel bad though that he doesn't get the same from his own mom.
DH gets along well with my family. He doesn't get along well with his own though. His family is BSC alcoholics, none of them get along.
Her last visit was the last straw between us. Long story short, SFIL likes very much to be a side seat driver, and my MIL had had it. All of us were in the same car (DS was just turning 2 and I was about 3 mo pg) and she started to yell and bitch at SFIL. I asked very nicely if we could all just settle down because I didn't want the stress and I didn't want DS hearing that nonsense. The yelling and bitching continued, so I asked again a little more sternly but still nicely to settle down. Her reply was "I don't really feel like it right now!" really nastily. That along with everything else (I could write a book of all the little things), that did it for our relationship. Before that had even happened, she never even congratulated us on this pregnancy or anything. She asked me once how I was feeling, and that's all I've heard.