True MIL Confessions - Edition 7
1. A rather sweet thank you card from you arrived in the mail today. We're glad you appreciated our presence at and assistance with your daughter's wedding. But there seems to be an issue with the envelope in which you sent this card. It's addressed to Mr. and Mrs. MyHusband'sLastName.
Please, I beg of you, for the love of all that is sacred in this universe, would you take just one second out our your busy schedule to LEARN MY FUCKING NAME? I've been married to your son for almost three years. For not a single moment of those three years have I been Mrs. MyHusband'sLastName. I am Ms. MyOwnLastName, and for the fifty millionth time, I would appreciate it if you recognized me for who and what I am.
And I will never convert to your beloved Mormonism, so please stop buying us copies of Joseph Smith's biography.
2. Please stop calling the monthly money your son and I give you a loan. You gamble your entire Social Security on your weekly casino visits and you never pay us back, and so this transaction cannot be referred to as a loan. Plus, you’ve never thanked ME once. Yes, your son earns twice the money I do, but my income is rather significant to our household, and apparently yours too.
3. Please stop hosting dinners at your home. You cannot cook. And according to your son, you have never been able to cook. You think I’m a picky eater. No, I just don’t enjoy eating fish casserole with whole bones and vertebrae, nor do I enjoy your week old cakes and pies that have been left out on the counter uncovered. I also don’t like eating on filthy food encrusted plates and glasses at your cramped crowded dining room table surrounded by the mountains of garage sale crap you collect.
4. Please don’t buy me another single X-mas or B-day present. In case you hadn’t noticed, the last few decorative gifts you have given me are not in use at my house. Your taste is nasty and tacky, seriously get a clue. I throw the stuff away as soon as your son isn’t around. I wait till he goes out of town, and I throw out the cheesy crap you buy for him too.
5. Please don’t buy my son clothes. In case you hadn’t noticed he is NOT A GIRL. The ruffles and bright colors like pink, lavender or aqua should give it away that it does not belong on a boy.
Please, I beg of you, for the love of all that is sacred in this universe, would you take just one second out our your busy schedule to LEARN MY FUCKING NAME? I've been married to your son for almost three years. For not a single moment of those three years have I been Mrs. MyHusband'sLastName. I am Ms. MyOwnLastName, and for the fifty millionth time, I would appreciate it if you recognized me for who and what I am.
And I will never convert to your beloved Mormonism, so please stop buying us copies of Joseph Smith's biography.
2. Please stop calling the monthly money your son and I give you a loan. You gamble your entire Social Security on your weekly casino visits and you never pay us back, and so this transaction cannot be referred to as a loan. Plus, you’ve never thanked ME once. Yes, your son earns twice the money I do, but my income is rather significant to our household, and apparently yours too.
3. Please stop hosting dinners at your home. You cannot cook. And according to your son, you have never been able to cook. You think I’m a picky eater. No, I just don’t enjoy eating fish casserole with whole bones and vertebrae, nor do I enjoy your week old cakes and pies that have been left out on the counter uncovered. I also don’t like eating on filthy food encrusted plates and glasses at your cramped crowded dining room table surrounded by the mountains of garage sale crap you collect.
4. Please don’t buy me another single X-mas or B-day present. In case you hadn’t noticed, the last few decorative gifts you have given me are not in use at my house. Your taste is nasty and tacky, seriously get a clue. I throw the stuff away as soon as your son isn’t around. I wait till he goes out of town, and I throw out the cheesy crap you buy for him too.
5. Please don’t buy my son clothes. In case you hadn’t noticed he is NOT A GIRL. The ruffles and bright colors like pink, lavender or aqua should give it away that it does not belong on a boy.
posted by True MIL Confessions at 8:00 AM
3 Comments:
My dear sweet daughter(in-law) sent me this site to read.... then we sat and talked about how sad these stories are.
I am an older woman. I had a wonderful mother-in-law. My own mom was not a good mother-in-law though... and not very good as the mother of a married daughter either! Mother-in-laws can be a problem...that is an old story. But they can also be wonderful... as my own was.
I think we live in a time in the world when a mother's job is not only unappreciated... but actually degraded! That makes the job way harder. And it's even harder when the woman who should love and appreciate her son's wife is cruel or thoughtless to her. How hard is it to be kind and praise another? We all need that so much! I find it a true joy to see my grandchildren loving my sons... after all, to see your child happy is the goal of most parents! So, seeing my sons happy and being loved by their children makes me feel intense gratitude towards the lovely young women who are raising those children!
But I must comment that "some" of the things that these moms are grumbling about. Silly things... they are just not accepting that their mother-in-laws are just "other" people... with lots of flaws and failings. The MILs might get better...people sometimes do! Also, we all have flaws and silly, selfish things we do. Hard as it may be to have to put up with things from "his" mother... she was the one who raised this guy you love so much!
If she is bugging you that much... tell her. A little honesty might help. A little love and understanding might help too.
But... as for the one who would dare to say "Your mother doesn't love you anymore. I'll be your mommy now".... RUN, don't walk, as fast as you can from that woman! Shout back that you don't want to EVER see her again! She doesn't deserve any better!
Fish casserole with bones and vertebrae? Accccckkkkkkk!
I think I'm going to be ill!
Seriously nasty.
Although I didn't write all these, I could have.
I wish I could be honest to my MIL about her flaws, but out of family harmony, I don't. Also, I fear that because of her rigidity, my concerns would be taken as selfish criticism rather than true fears.
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