Anonymous wrote:My MIL and FIL insisted on being first to fly out to "help" us after first baby was born (we live on opposite coasts as both our families). Then they canceled at the last minute (to "help" another one of their children deal with fixing up a house).
They came out to "help" with number 2, and gave us a bill for $2,000 for their services and food they bought while staying with us (incidentally, they changed their 2 week visit to a 6 week visit without asking so they could get a better deal on plane tickets). DH negotiated them down to $500.
While they were visiting, DH asked them to watch the kids while he went to work and I went to an emergency doctor's appointment (I was having some severe issues). They asked me to make it fast so they could get to a yoga class.
MIL also gave my SIL's kid her first hair cut without asking. So I hid the scissors when they came to visit us.
To be fair, my own mother is a piece of work too, especially around newborns. Perhaps this is why we live on opposite sides of the country as our families.
Anonymous wrote:Hands down, the worst MIL in the world is Carmela del Rosa, who you can read about in the news right now. She was angry that her daughter got pregnant young and out of wedlock, and she hated the man who fathered the child, so she threw the baby off a pedestrian bridge and killed it. In court, she complained that she felt the baby had caused a rift between her and her daughter.
Anonymous wrote:Annoying for sure and she shouldn't have done it, but there are WAY worse MIL stories.
Anonymous wrote:My MIL story is not in the running for the top (tent one is hard to beat) but I'll share it anyway. When I was pregnant with my first, feeling huge, my FIL told me, with my tiny MIL smirking away next to him, that my MIL weighed the same when she left the hospital after having my DH as she did before she got pregnant. My MIL is a non-eater and a meal skipper and weighs about 100 lbs. I think legally she should be in a booster seat when she rides in a car.
They continue to tell me this same story EVERY TIME WE SEE THEM (2x/year). And, they always, always pull this when my husband elsewhere. This past summer they did it while we were eating in a restaurant and my DH had gone to the bathroom. Every time we're with them, even though/because I know its coming, I dread the moment. When my FIL delivers his line, I am amazed all over again that they did it again. I would be eternally grateful for a rejoinder that would put a stop to it, yet not blow up our relationship.
Actually they have a number of self-serving stories they tell over and over again, but this one bothers me the most for some reason. We go to the beach with them each summer, and hanging out on the beach with them is a misery since they like to sit there and discuss and analyze any overweight people/families they see. For this reason I now wear a bathing suit with a skirt halfway to my knees, otherwise I fear my MIL would get out binoculars to check my ass for cellulite.
Anonymous wrote:My MIL story is not in the running for the top (tent one is hard to beat) but I'll share it anyway. When I was pregnant with my first, feeling huge, my FIL told me, with my tiny MIL smirking away next to him, that my MIL weighed the same when she left the hospital after having my DH as she did before she got pregnant. My MIL is a non-eater and a meal skipper and weighs about 100 lbs. I think legally she should be in a booster seat when she rides in a car.
They continue to tell me this same story EVERY TIME WE SEE THEM (2x/year). And, they always, always pull this when my husband elsewhere. This past summer they did it while we were eating in a restaurant and my DH had gone to the bathroom. Every time we're with them, even though/because I know its coming, I dread the moment. When my FIL delivers his line, I am amazed all over again that they did it again. I would be eternally grateful for a rejoinder that would put a stop to it, yet not blow up our relationship.
Actually they have a number of self-serving stories they tell over and over again, but this one bothers me the most for some reason. We go to the beach with them each summer, and hanging out on the beach with them is a misery since they like to sit there and discuss and analyze any overweight people/families they see. For this reason I now wear a bathing suit with a skirt halfway to my knees, otherwise I fear my MIL would get out binoculars to check my ass for cellulite.