February 20, 2003
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Part II of Evil MIL...Final Chapter
Now, remember when I said that she was blind? Well when we went to Memphis while I was pregnant, she was creating/painting T-shirts. And they were pretty good, I mean they looked like they were suppose to. Then she tells us that she’s starting to do wood-burning art plaque thingies..yes folks, the blind lady was BURNING WOOD BY HERSELF DURING THE DAY..HELLFUCKINGOOO!?!?! She played shuffle board, and was undefeated…yep blind…can’t see shit…until you mention it to her then it’s “Well if I get a bright enough light and big enough magnifying glass I can see outlines.” Cause you know blindness is really just a big shadow, MORE LIGHT!
Well around that time she was diagnosed MS…advanced stages of MS (yeah, don’t even go into detail about the advanced stages of MS, the woman was still playing shuffleboard, walking, all that shit). So she is telling everyone in the family that her MS is really bad and she needs a wheelchair, she can’t drive for very long or fly…Travel is virtually out of the question. (Well unless of course you’re going from TN to FL, flying right over GA to celebrate your 7th wedding anniversary then the MS isn’t that bad). Now after BT was born this MS got worse. Now today, she’s telling everyone that she has to get a heart transplant…she still smokes. Yeah, I have news for her, she ain’t getting a fucking heart if she’s still smoking.
Well DH starts to get upset and begins mentioning that maybe we should go see her so that she could her only true grandson (because believe me she bragged to us about her step-grandchild, that was born to her 16 year old step-daughter who had more problems than a group therapy meeting). Well I still wouldn’t budge, I wasn’t taking my children to that woman, she can come see us if she loves DH and my son so much….Well then I tried to rectify everything with her and I invited her to our house for Thanksgiving…well she couldn’t come they had to go to Arkansas (her and her DH, alone)…whatever, I tried..I gave up, told DH forget it I’m done trying, the lady can forget about us for all I care.
Well then LT was born. DH wasn’t on the best terms with his mom but he called her and told her that he was a he and told her his name. LT’s middle name is my FIL’s first name. That’s when the apron strings started really unraveling.
See, this story is so fucking long that I left out the whole conversation in Memphis about what a dickhead my FIL was to my MIL and how he’s a sorry SOB and a bad husband, father and man. Oh yeah, I hardly knew this woman or her family and she was trashing this man that I had NEVER met. DH thought that his father was terrible, until I made him call his father and patch things up. We were in the process of buying a house and my FIL, who had never met me or his grandson and hadn’t spoken with his own son in over 2 years, told DH that he knew how hard it was to buy a house and he was sure that we needed a little money to get us started and he sent us a check for $1,000.00 No questions asked, told DH it was our wedding gift (I think I got a rolling pin from my MIL).
So, MIL is now flying back and forth over Atlanta and is still bitching about us every chance she gets. DH and I still think that GMIL and SIL and maybe even GFIL are still pissed with us. But the grandparents are coming to see us, we’re planning to go see them. FIL has been up to see us more times than my MIL has ever called my house. I think things are just going to settle down, and the whole ordeal with not seeing MIL is just going to fade away….Then the letter comes.
SIL writes a letter to DH screaming and yelling and telling him things that happened between their mother, DH, and my self…yeah, SIL wasn’t even in the same fucking state when all this shit happened yet she told us what REALLY happened…just because Aliens might have abducted us and brainwashed us to hate ‘the perfect mother’ (yes, that little rant is just dripping sarcasm). So I finally have had enough. DH has been in therapy trying to sort all this out. These gawddamn morons won’t leave us alone and get the fucking picture, so I write out a letter and I send it to EVERY FUCKING WOMAN in DH’s family. I tell the complete truth and it turns into 4 pages of “Look, shut the fuck up, we’ve tried to be nice to you people but nothing is good enough, so just fuck off if you don’t like and don’t blame us for your shortcomings as a mother/grandmother or sister/aunt” GMIL at this point finally likes me and we get along. Well, SIL fires back ANOTHER letter, this time sending it to everyone like I did before…again the letter is filled with ‘truths’ that we (DH and myself) never knew about. But of course SIL knew her mother had told her. Her mother that, by this point, is ‘not as blind as we thought she was.’ Yeah, that little secret came out and now she isn’t as blind as before, the bright lights must have worked….
Then we went to FL this past Dec and found out that GMIL and GFIL agree with us that if MIL won’t make the effort then screw her, she doesn’t need to see her grandkids, she can just be pissed. SIL is still all on her mother’s side because SIL loves drama and she’ll stick up for whichever side would cause the most waves. So my MIL finally stopped sending gifts this past year, no birthday cards, hell not even a Christmas card…no acknowledgement at all. She finally told DH for the last time that, “I don’t have a son anymore!!!” He finally (after therapy obviously) said, “Good then I don’t have a mother.”
It’s nasty and it’s wrong and it shouldn’t be this way, but I’ve tried and I’m tired of trying and life is way too fucking short to try to please everyone and run myself ragged. So fuck her if she doesn’t want to make the effort, fuck her if she thinks I’m a terrible mean person. She and GMIL and SIL actually sat around one night talking about how they couldn’t believe I actually had any friends I was such a mean nasty person, DH’s cousin stuck up for me though and said, “Really? I REALLY like Turtle! She’s cool! And I’ve met some of her friends, and she’s met mine and they all like her. Huh.” Gotta love the In-Laws that love you! Now, go fill up that coffee mug grab a smoke or a cookie or something, you deserve it. That is my short version of ‘MIL from Hell’……people tell me I need to write a book about my life stories, they’re that good…maybe they are!
Oh, and remember MIL’s MS? Well I was just informed that she was walking around the house in FL (up and down stairs, outside, inside, standing up outside smoking..etc) everyone told her to sit down and she said, “I’ve been sittin’ all day, I want to stand!” But when it came time to go to the funeral home to get a casket, she acted like her legs didn’t work at all. She had to basically be rolled into her wheelchair from the car…Old habits die HARD.
Next, in my ‘Saga of Married Life’…Evil SIL…..stay tuned!
Comments (6)
Aww...that really sucks.
*hugs* But at least DH finally realized it just wasn't worth it. That all had to be awful for him 'cause it's still his "family", even if they're jerks.
Nothing like some good drama for breakfast w/ apple juice on the side!
Um, I just realized DH's cousin is the only one I get along with too.
Ok my side of the family is ok at least they are not out to try and cause problems for anyone but my grandmother and her sisters and now my mother are all hypochondriacs. I found out after much research that they do this illness thing for attention because they are depressed and don't know why... Ok I could go on but the jest of it is they are all nuts but they leave us alone. Dh's side of the family well his mother is a troublemaker. All they want to do is cause problems so they can play in it. DH no longer speaks to his mother. She thinks that is my fault but I NEVER said anything to him about his mother. MY FIL is the greatest... go figure
It's too bad you don't still have those letters - they were treasures of grammatical mistakes and fucked up, backwards logic. Quite amusing!
LMAO! My father has cut ties with me, and Danny just had a conversation with his mother (the "treasure") today...yuck!
-M
ROFL--not to make light of the situation, but sometimes it is comforting to read about a family that sounds just as bad as mine. My dad's side is horrible and I have nothing to do with them anymore. Most of them have never even seen my son. So raise your glass--here's to fucked up families and good riddance to them!
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