I never saw my ex-in-laws do anything really bad, just a general undercurrent of anger and other negative feelings whenever I saw them. This is because they were always on their “good” behavior around me!
Two incidents I heard about, that if I had heard about before we got married, I would have run the other way:
Ex-FIL pointed a gun at ex-MIL’s head and threatened to kill her. In front of their children. Several times.
Ex-FIL called his own daughter a whore - starting when she was eight years old. Gee, I wonder why she became one? Last I heard, he called his granddaughter a whore. His 4-year-old granddaughter.
Um, I forgot exactly what he did to get punished. I’ll ask tonight. What is unclear is how she thought that was an appropriate and effective punishment and who was really punished since she had to go out and buy him new underwear.
The woman ain’t right.
And please, feel free to hijack my thread. You know it’s not as if I had a SHITTY day and my SELF ESTEEM is shot and it makes me feel BAD that nobody wants to talk about what I wanted to talk about. Oh no, don’t mind that at all…
And I thought your self absorbed, brain damaged SISTER was bad! Perhaps you could arrainge for the two of them to go off somewhere together? I seriously think you should say “Sorry, wrong number” when she calls. And if she calls back, get all bent out of shape:" Look Lady, quit calling here". If you can keep a straight face. Or maybe when she wants your address, give her your sisters. And tell her you have a new phone number, too: HERS.
Tracy, go hug the Tinytot and remember why you stay involved with all this crazyness, MrTot and Tiny are worth it. You don’t deserve it. Spend some time thinking of revenge that you don’t really plan to do, it helps, really!!
yeah, Tracy, you could un-retire from the evil plan business…you could write her into one of your kids cartoons as the wicked step mother…you could post her on teh weird mother in laws website ( don’t ask for an URL, there must be one, somewhere…).
One more thing…the raising of TinyTot to be an axe-murderer - who’s picture are you showing to the totling during the training?
If you really want to know, just go and ask my parents.
Twenty years ago I moved 45 miles south from my hometown to Silicon Valley to be with the woman that I loved. I may as well have fallen off of the face of the earth. For some reason, my parents could always find time to drive 1,400 miles up to Canada to visit my oldest brother and his family, but the one hour drive to my house was out of the question.
Sadly, it took me over fiften years to realize that they were actually doing me a favor. If I could just have given up on trying to be a good son and showing up at all of the family events way back then, I might have been able to have a somewhat normal life. Instead, I kept trying to imagine that I had some sort of family. Silly me.
Well, I’m over all that now. Too bad that so much of the confusion and turmoil of being treated like an outcast was all too often taken out on the women that used to love me. If I had been able to cut off my family and all of their mind games back then, I might have had the wits to marry one of the wonderful women that kept asking me too.
Instead, I finally had to come to the realization on my own, that neither of my parents ever really believed in me. Once I understood that, it made it much easier to just declare myself an orphan and get it over with. I really should have listened to the woman that I moved down to live with for five years when she told me that my grandmother, mother and sister were routinely putting major guilt trips on me. It took me a long time to figure out why my family did not show the slighest interest in someone that I loved and lived with for so long. Now I know…
PS: tater, for some reason, I just can’t get the image of the Simpsons episode with the Stonecutters out of my head. The “Raiders of the Lost Ark” scene where they burn Homer’s underwear and all of the moaning ghosts issue forth. Your MIL burning your hubby’s undies is just plain weird.
I asked Johnny about the underwear burning incident and he said it was because the threatened to run away from home. You know, because what teenager in their right mind would run away from home without an adequate supply of underwear. :rolleyes: Oh well, at least there was some sort of reasoning behind that.
And she lives in Tennessee, but it seems that every day air fare to Europe goes down, and I live in fear.
First you gotta straighten out our other problem, pooky!
[hijack]I got your mail, am working on answer. Right now, my hands are tied to deal with this matter, will explain via e-mail, so it’s all up to you. I have faith in you, beth! You can do it! And I’ll be there to help you…after all I never said I couldn’t consult did I?[/hijack]
Ask my father and his family.
I’ll make this short and sweet, but I ‘met’ my father at 26. I hadn’t seen him in 22 years before that.
Last year, I happened to find out that an acquaintance of mine was really my cousin, and soon after I met my father and grandparents. I tried to ignore the fact that they knew where I was all these years, and tried to let bygones be bygones. They were all so happy to have been reunited. I was doing pretty good at it too, until I got married and moved from NY to MA. I didn’t hear from my father for months, and when I finally did, he told me he’d been calling and calling my old phone number, but no one was answering it. Wow, I wonder why… Could it have possibly been the fact that I didn’t live there anymore? Did it ever dawn on him that Fall River and Brooklyn do not share the same area code? OK, whatever, I thought… Anyway, at my grandfathers funeral a few weeks back, he gave me the same song and dance about my email address… he figured my email must be broken, because I never responded to his email. I pointed out to him that my email is working fine, I didn’t change anything, and perhaps he was spelling it wrong. I didn’t mention that he could have simply looked up an old email and replied to that, or simply asked one of his sisters for it, since they email me regularly…
Oh well…guess this wasn’t that short and/or sweet
My MIL hates me. I married her baby baby. The born 20 years later than the other kids child. She told him from the begining that he should see other girls beside me. She gives me THE crappies gifts, like stuffed satin picture frames. My FIL is a sweetie but doesn’t say much of anything. My BIL had the gall to call 2 weeks before our wedding to convince Chris not to marry me.
They grate on my nerves so bad that I’m afraid to have children. I will take a gun and blow of my MIL head if she is as criticizing to my child as she is to me. She actually had the nerve to ask Chris is I always wear old clothes (while I’m a poor college student mind you)
