Look, you're a full-grown adult with children of your own - children that apparently need to be fed. Tell you husband that if he won't explain it to his parents that you will - and then do it. I'll even give you a script: You: The kids are hungry and need lunch, MILarla. Can we make them something from the kitchen or should we go out? I just don't get why anyone would subject themselves to such misery. This is BASIC stuff. |
You are! I really don't understand this, even more than the kitchen is closed part. That I get (though I think it's crazy) as OCD clean freaks. But to not give people food AND not let them leave -- what? How does that conversation even go? You and DH: well, if there's no lunch here, we'll just go out and have some. MIL: No, no lunch, no leaving. I'm not serving food but you may not go out and get any. Is that a normal conversation in any circumstance? |
DH can stay there all he likes. YOU are in charge of YOU. YOU can leave. You can take an Uber. You can have food delivered. For yourself and your kids. Feed yourself. Feed your kids. DH can starve. There is no such thing as anyone else telling me I can't feed myself or my kids. That doesn't exist; that's not something that happens to me. I have a spine, a wallet, a voice and I'm not afraid of my own shadow. I'm not an effing doormat. Grow up. |
Yeah, I can't wrap my head around this. I'd be all mama bear when it comes to someone starving my kids. And that would be the last time I stayed with that relative. Control freaks thrive on doormats. Your DH is an enabler. Don't be a doormat. |
My kitchen is closed mother lives close, so we just schedule our visits around meal time. Like, if she eats dinner at 5:00, we join her for dinner and then eat second dinner on our way home. Often, if my brother is visiting he offers to come along for the ride, and then we send him back in an Uber. My mother approves of this, because she likes the fact that the siblings are bonding, and my brother likes the fact that we can feed him second dinner too. But otherwise, based on what I see with my brother, the conversation goes like this. DB: Hey mom, I'm stepping out for a while. Mom: But you just got here! I never get to see you! Besides, your aunt might be calling in a few minutes from Europe, don't you want to talk to her? DB: Do you know when she's calling? I can go after the call. Mom: Well no, but it's a holiday! She always calls during the holiday season. DB: Well then I'll go quickly. I just need to grab something. Do you need anything while I'm out? Mom: Well, where are you going? DB: I thought I'd stop by CVS and Whole Foods and pick up some things. Mom: Whole Foods? What are you going to buy there. You'll spoil your appetite! Besides your sister is coming soon! DB: I thought Larla was coming at 4:30? I'll be back before then. Don't worry, I'll make sure I'm back by 5:00. He usually manages to leave, but the whole thing is absurd. |
Have you informed your parents or in laws of this policy or had to enforce it yet? |
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MiL already informed us never to have snacks in the house, FIL will hoover then all up in one afternoon. Chips, nuts, dips, cookies, cakes, pretzels - gone.
Same at her house, no snacks, only apples or oranges in order to keep FIL’s weight down. And crumbs. Constant crumbs from bags or bread or desserts on every counter and table. We come home from work and have to wipe down counters and vacuum the main floor each and every day they stay. They literally just sit in the house, eat, take a walk, and read all day. |
| This thread demonstrates why we have an obesity crisis. People want to just eat and eat and eat. |
No, Burger King Lady. We don’t “eat and eat and eat.” We don’t snack. But I have two young kids, and we eat three regular meals at regular meal times. Sure, you can tell a grown up that you will serve a help-yourself breakfast at 8, then he’s on his own to go out if he pleases but no lunch because you are doing a big holiday dinner. But KIDS cannot “fill up on cereal” at 8 and eat nothing until 7. Nope, nope. |
Go away, Burger King Lady. |
I wouldn’t even engage In this nonsense. Way back at the beginning with the aunt calling I would have said, oh, that’s too bad, I guess I’ll catch up with her next time. |
Every year we do. |
Take a cooler for milk and snacks for your room. Leave for lunch. Your DH can stay behind. |
I keep my snacks in a small train case. Shut and put away in a closet. MIL could stuff it. I’ll eat where I want. |
Why the need for snacks? It boggles my mind that you need to have something to eat constantly. And you wonder why you keep gaining weight |