It may be wrong. It may be immature. It may be hateful.
But I want my mother-in-law to get mugged.
I want her to contract a rare disease that isn’t deadly but will make her miserable for 6-12 weeks.
I want her to catch a stomach flu.
I want her to fall for a Nigerian spam scam.
I want her to spill acid on her clothing so that she ends up wandering naked in a public place.
Why do I want these things to happen to her? Because she sucks.
To be more precise, she is mentally and emotionally abusive to my husband. She calls him worthless. She says he’s cruel or ungrateful if he never calls, and if he calls she screams at him. She says that his attempts to stop smoking (successful) and stop eating junk (semi-successful) are just signs he’s a “brat.” (No matter that the man had a heart attack at age 33 and was diagnosed with diabetes at that time.)
Then come the merely annoying things:
She’s deaf but refuses to have her hearing tested, prefering to shout at the top of her lungs.
She got new carpet in her house. White. If anyone walks on the carpet they are reprimanded. She has laid paths made of bath mats on the carpet. You may not stray from the bath path!
You also may not touch the stove, as it may leave streaks.
You may not use dishes. There are paper plates. You must use the paper plates for everything, including chili or ice cream.
You may not turn the TV down from its highest volume setting.
Anything you say will be repeated, endlessly, to anyone who calls. So will your attire, what you eat, and how many times you’ve used the bathroom.
Requests that she not smoke in your house and/or car will be ignored.
Racist jokes will be told in your presence. Racist epithets will be defended and used deliberately to bait you.
You will be interrogated about the activities of your husband, including why he didn’t call and what he has said about her.
You will refuse.
Your husband will be told that you are a bitch.
There is more, but if you continue to think about it your head will explode.
I know I don’t have the world’s worst in-laws, but sometimes it feels like it.
Julie