| beefaroni and pillsbury crescent rolls |
| Spam and canned green beans |
| Chef Boyardee and salad in a bag. |
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On the rare occasions that my MIL calls our house to announce she's dropping by (she lives about 20min away) to deliver X to our house (a left behind casserole dish, DC's socks, random things) I immediately get in my car and drive away.
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You are a piece of work. |
Those are examples of crimes against STUFF, not against the poster. My mil wearing my undies and using my stand mixer (or doing both simultaneously) doesn't affect my life other than for me to feel very sorry for her. |
Uhh, that would make your MIL one weird individual who does weird things. The point is that she did stuff to YOUR stuff. Not just random objects - specifically YOUR stuff. You may not feel weirded out by that, but most people would be weirded out and rightfully so. |
To me this is very sweet. I read this and think you expressed your feelings to your MIl just as you would to your own mom. You were exhausted and counting on relief. When I read your story, I hear a little girl who wants her mommy to make it all better. The fact that this feeling was directed at your MIL is pretty awesome. You view her similar to your own mom. |
To me this seemed like your MIL wanted time with the baby instead of spending time in the kitchen, so she flattered you into doing the cooking! |
This is actually funny and relatable. If the whole thread were this, it would be a nice, harmless, "guilty pleasure" sort of thread. On a similar note, I always work with my husband to schedule IL visits when I have other obligations/things on the books. Every year, I have a Saturday event at work, and it's a sure bet that is when I suggest they come for a spring visit, "to give DH a hand with the kids." |
| There's nothing wrong with cooking a nice meal, but it seems very immature and mean to "relish" that it would make your MIL uncomfortable. Even if she has serious issues, it is not an admirable character trait to delight in someone else's unhappiness. Instead of playing the "chess" game, you might consider trying to rise above it and not letting it bother you. You can't control her and I think you will be happier. I believe in not putting more bad will out there, that is what makes you a better person. |
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The worst I have is this (I love my MIL and am currently visiting them without DH):
DH's fam has great hair. Thick, lustrous. For the women, it is their glory. They love to dress it up, put bows in the girls hair, grow it long. In my family, we have sucky, thin, frizzy hair that looks awful if it grows long (takes a couple years to get to shoulder length). DD, 3, sadly inherited my hair genes but MIL is always trying to put bows in it, etc. She gets anxious if I ever mention a hair cut. "Please let her look like a girl!" A couple weeks ago, at a low moment for poor DD in which her head looked like a rat's nest, I got her a pixie cut. Partly to make it easier for me to take care of it, but mostly to spite MIL and her obsession with hair femininity. |
Yes, it's your MIL who is the "real piece of work." |
OP, the only person you are madly in love with is yourself. You rival Trump with your narcissism. |
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My FIL was visiting for a week and during the course of that visit, my DH had a night or two of work travel. I hid a bag of Oreos in my nightstand and when FIL asked if I had any cookies or ice cream, I said no.
He's actually a nice guy, but he runs through sweets like there is no tomorrow. I'm an introvert and all I wanted to do was go to "bed" and watch trash TV in my room with my Oreos come 9 PM. HAND OFF MY HFCS, SUGAR-LARD FILLED TREATS.
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