My mother in law is a scary woman. First off, she’s a raging alcoholic. She had a liver transplant about 10 years ago and she STILL DRINKS. This is on top of the fistfulls of medication she has to take.
Shortly before UndeadDude and I married, we drove up to Michigan to visit her and her husband. She was mostly nice until she got drunk. I remember standing in the kitchen, l istening as she ranted about me upstairs to UDD. She said some truly nasty things, and we ended up leaving early. A few letters were exchanged, and she said she was sorry, and things were ok again…
Until she came down to visit us a few years later. We borrowed a matress from my old bed at my mom’s house to put in our second bedroom, which was an office/library/sewing/art room and not a bedroom at all… but we figured that was better than having her sleep on the couch. She came during my husband’s finals, which meant that he had to spend a lot of time studying and at school, leaving her alone with me. Now we were also very poor at the time…
So she is very nice for the first day or two. She took us out to eat and even came to the club I worked at to see me dance. She gave my husband $25 to get table dances from me and to tip me on stage. Yes this was very strange, but hey. She had a good time and thought the place was fun.
The next night she got really drunk. I had made a big dinner but she was too drunk to eat it. She staggered around, fell into the glass top coffee table, almost breaking it an knocking the glass off. She then started to rant to my husband. I literally hid behind the bed in our bedroom, in the dark, listening… I was too afraid to go out into the living room.
She called me all sorts of foul names, and told UndeadDude that he would “never be a man” until he got rid of me… that he wasn’t her son until he got rid of me, etc. We actually got this on audiotape, and sent it to her later. Anyway, she told him to call her a cab and she left in a huff. She actually waited outside for the cab.
About a half an hour later, the police knocked on the door… by this time we’d gathered various things she’d forgotten … like her airplane tickets, her wallet, and her 1.5 litre bottle of vodka, that was almost half finished (in 3 days)… well it turns out that she’d remembered she didn’t have her money, but couldn’t remember where our house was…so the cab driver called the police. The cab was just down the street.
We gave the cops the stuff she’d left, and the bottle of vodka, and said sorry, she was very drunk. The cop looked at the bottle and said that she had told him she’d had “a little wine”… but that now things made a little more sense. [We had no wine at the house, so that was a total lie].
After the letter my husband sent with the audio tape (so she could hear, sober, what she’d said drunk… because in the past she always denied it) we ceased contact with her. It’s been over 5 years since we talked with her. UndeadDude does have a sister, so she’s seen photos of Nicky and stuff… maybe someday we’ll write to her again… but I don’t want her to see Nicky in person–well actually I dont’ want Nicky to see her.
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