Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Sat my husband down for a serious conversation about all of my shortcomings. Informed him that she, as his mother, could tell that he was unhappy when I was around. (He was previously unaware of this "fact".) And the worst part is, he thinks she walks on water, so he took her very seriously, and sat ME down for a conversation about all of my shortcomings. Again, none of these complaints were his. He just takes everything she says to be gospel truth. If she said that he looked miserable when I walked into a room, well, he must be miserable. And so it's on me to make a change.
You married this guy?
Yes. That is why I refer to him as my husband.
Didn't you ever hear the sage advice to watch how a potential husband treats his mother, to gauge his respect for women? I was thrilled to see that he treated her like a queen. And in fairness, he has always treated me with great respect and affection, never pulled any macho bullshit, always done more than his share of the housework and parenting. It just turns out that her opinion still matters to him more than pretty much anything else. And this would be fine, if she hadn't taken against me at some point. We're fine now, but I will never trust her like I did in the early years.
Anonymous wrote:I wasn't allowed to be in the wedding photos at my BIL's wedding. It was four weeks before our own wedding, and my DH's six brothers and their wives were in the family photo, but MIL didn't think her son was actually going to go through with the marriage to me, so she arranged to have me busy with the cake cutting while the family photos were taken. DH was looking all over for me, and MIL said that they would get everyone back together for another photo later. Of course they didn't. Sad thing is, I felt so honored to be asked to cut the cake. It really hurt me to know why I was given this task.
Anonymous wrote:My MIL gasped in horror when my husband announced we were expecting our first baby (we were both in our early thirties), responded only with "WHEN?!?", and then visibly did the math in her head to determine whether I'd been pregnant at the wedding.
Oh, and when he years later announced we were moving to my home state, she declared "that's been her (my) plan since the beginning." Yes, MIL, it's a diabolical husband recruiting scheme. We're programmed to live in Other Location for years, develop a career and social circle there, find an unwitting husband, buy a home, have a child, and then BOOM - bring them back to The Motherland.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Told my relative at my wedding that she hopes this marriage lasts.
What a monster.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My MIL gives our son wrapped framed pictures of herself as gifts. Just of her. No one else in the pictures.
Awful. Ok, I laughed at this, but only because I'm guessing you have a very young DC? I am imagining the framed photos, too - huge, mall-created glamor shots of grandma at her most glamorous, to include holding a rose in her mouth. Ugh. Stuff of nightmares. What do you do with these pictures? Tell me that your dc doesn't have to sleep in a room filled with framed grandma photo collages like a portrait gallery?