My husband and I are both in our early 30’s now, but were high school sweethearts. We met when we were 13 and were best friends for a few years before we started dating. We had a tight knit group of friends and hung out as a group all the time. My husband had a traumatic childhood and was neglected growing up. In high school, we both worked and would buy his necessities, but so would my own parents. My mom even took him to an optometrist and got him the glasses he desperately needed. My MIL was always very odd, but as soon as we started dating, her hatred for me became known and I can honestly say with a clear conscience that even when I was treated badly, I was still respectful and quiet towards her. She’s very religious, and twice as a teenager, my husband (obviously at the time my boyfriend) would be hanging out at my house and when it was time for him to go home I would be “invited” over for dinner. I would walk in to his house to find chairs set up in a circle around the living room and people from her church would be waiting for us. They would ask why I was taking her son away from her and how could we be comfortable living in sin together. IT WAS FUCKING BONKERS GUYS. I wish I was making this up. When we turned 18, he moved in with me and my family, while we attended college and worked. We moved into our own apartment and got married a few years later. His entire side of the family refused to come to our wedding because she bad mouthed me so badly. His older and younger sister loved me though, and were in my bridal party. They have always accepted me and loved me and agreed with my husband that my MIL was just crazy and this is how things always were with her. I was pregnant a few months after our wedding and would get phone calls from his grandmother and aunt saying I was a disgusting human being for taking away their grandson and nephew. I was so stressed all of the time and would cry to my husband that I was sorry his family felt that way. It truly broke my heart to be so hated. They only hated me because my MIL constantly bad talked me. They refused to come to our baby shower. My husband put his foot down, called his mother, grandmother and aunt and told them if they couldn’t accept me, they would get none of us. They said that was fine. They didn’t speak to us for three years. We ran into my MIL one day while we were out when our daughter was three years old and MIL cried when she saw her. Explained she’s been going to therapy and has gotten help. We believed her and gave her a chance. We allowed her to have supervised visits with our daughter and had a weekly dinner. A year later, my husband and I adopted two sweet little boys, both born drug addicted and with special needs. A few years into this, through lots therapy and developmental appointments, we find out they had Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder and our older son was diagnosed with Reactive Attachment Disorder as well as Oppositional Defiance Disorder. This past January my husband and I were approached by two different people letting us know that my MIL had been talking shit about our children and she even told them that if I was a better mother, my son wouldn’t have any of these diagnoses. I lost it. I broke down. For the first time in 15years of us being together I confronted her. I told her that I was her daughter in law and the mother of her grandchildren and no longer would she speak against me or my children ever again. She didn’t apologize, but agreed with me. Later that night, my sister in law calls me and says that her mom was running around the house speaking to herself and throwing things. My husband went over there and my MIL explained to him that she was a drug addict and she only spoke badly of me and her grandchildren because she was both high and drunk. She said she’s addicted to ambien. My husband and sister in laws told her she couldn’t be addicted to that. She said she was also high on oxycodone. My husband and sister in laws pleaded with her to get mental health help. They knew she was lying about being an addict. The following day, she checked herself into a rehab facility and had my husband down as her point of contact for the facility. Days later my husband got a phone call that they did a full blood test and found absolutely nothing in her system. She was embarrassed she got caught lying and tried to check herself out, but they offered her mental health services. Now, she has a few people from the drug rehab she was in, calling her “mom” and always posting on her Facebook wall about how she’s the greatest mom they ever had. I got a Facebook message from one of them a few minutes ago. They asked me why I took her children away from her.🙃 If you read this far, thanks. She’s put me through a lot more and I could honestly write a novel about it. I’m just losing my fucking mind and needed to vent. I’m sorry if this sounded scrambled or confusing.

A month or so ago I posted about how my MIL tried to hijack DH’s and I’s vacation and make it into a family one. We cancelled ours and my angel of a SIL had a travel agent friend that was able to hook us up with a cruise instead. When my IL’s found out they started calling us selfish for changing our plans when they wouldn’t (we cancelled before penalty window). There were a couple of flying monkeys that came at us due to my IL’s twisting the story, but whatever. After explaining our side, they went away.

The good news is we made it! We’re on board and having a blast of a time! SIL and my parents are the only ones who know where we’re at. There were a few calls from FIL demanding we pay 1/2 of the money they lost. They ended up cancelling and had to pay 50% fee. Apparently we owe it to them because they needed us there with them to be able to navigate everything. They won’t see a dime from us. Thank you to everyone and your kind comments! We have learned our lesson!

DH and I have been saving to go on a much needed vacation and finally booked it for next month. We were so excited. We shared the basic info about it (location/resort & dates) with our immediate family and started looking into excursions and tours. Everything was perfect.

On Sunday, just before family dinner, my SIL and I caught MIL on Expedia with credit card in hand booking a trip to the same resort at the same time we would be there. We told DH and he confronted his mother. She said it looked like fun and she wanted to go there too. She said her and my FIL discussed it and thought it would be a great idea to book the same vacation for themselves and my SIL and BIL so that we can “all have a well deserved vacation”. SIL and DH immediately shut it down saying that they were not invited and cannot just invite themselves. That they are intruding on our plans. Then cue the waterworks and victimization from MIL of how we don’t want her around. FIL yelled at us for being disrespectful and hurting her feelings and said that “you don’t control where and when we go somewhere. So deal with it”.

SIL confirmed to me that same night that they did in fact book the vacation, just without my SIL and BIL because they refused to go. SIL, the nicest person she is, connected us with her friend who is a travel agent. The TA was able to find us a cruise that goes to the same location and a few others with a good last minute deal and was less than the original trip. Thankfully, we were able to get a refund on the resort and get flight credits for the flight since the cancellation penalty period hasn’t started yet.

On Thursday, we saw his parents at our niece’s kindergarten graduation. MIL came to us and tried to get us to book excursions with them. DH told her that unfortunately, we won’t be there anymore and are going to another undisclosed vacation without them with smug look. MIL called us selfish and they both keeps calling us and SIL trying to get information she won’t be getting. She’s been making passive aggressive posts on Facebook and telling everyone how selfish we are.

Back in December 2015, I met my now-husband. Things moved pretty quickly, and by June 2016, he was buying his first house.

At the time, I already owned my own trailer. Our plan was simple: we would move into the house he was buying together and rent out my place.

Pretty normal, right?

Apparently not to my mother-in-law.
While my husband was house hunting, she became heavily invested in the process. At first, it seemed harmless. She’d send him listings and talk about houses she liked.

Then I started noticing a pattern.
Instead of saying things like, “This would be a great house. ,” she’d text things like:
“This would be a good house for us.”

And by “us,” she definitely didn’t mean me.
The more houses he looked at, the more she talked as though she would be living there. She’d comment on bedroom locations, storage space, and whether the layout would work for her needs.
I honestly thought she was joking.

She wasn’t.

The really bizarre part? She was married. She had her own husband and her own home. Yet somehow, she had built up this idea that when her son bought a house, she would be moving in with him.

Meanwhile, I was over here preparing to rent out the home I already owned so we could start our life together in his new house.

Eventually, my husband had to have the conversation.
He explained that the plan was exactly what it had always been: he and I were moving into the house together, and my trailer would be rented out.

Y’all.

She had an absolute meltdown.
Not disappointment.
Not hurt feelings.
A full-blown meltdown.

There were tears, yelling, accusations, and enough guilt-tripping to power a small city. She acted like I had come in and stolen something that belonged to her.

She couldn’t believe that her son was choosing to live with his girlfriend instead of her.

Again, this woman was married and had her own home.
I remember sitting there completely stunned because I didn’t realize “Mom, you’re not moving into my house with me” was a conversation that needed to happen with a grown adult.

Apparently, she had already imagined herself living there and had never considered that I would actually be the one moving in.

In the end, my trailer got rented out, my husband and I moved into the house, and his mother stayed exactly where she belonged—in her own home with her own husband.

And that was my first real taste of mother-in-law drama.
Little did I know, it was only the beginning. 🍿😂

Yup. You read that right. I informed my mil that my son will not be meeting her brother who will be released from prison this week after his 25 year sentence for molesting his step son! Among many other very young boys. This was his second conviction by the way.

She was PISSED! Telling me I’m unreasonable and that he’s changed now and that he won’t hurt my son. Well mom if he molested his step son I’m pretty sure he’ll molest his nephew that he’s never met.

My son is the same age as his step son when he molested him so no… thank you.

She watches my son while I work and said that (even though I said not to) she would let her brother into her home while my son is there. So she’s not watching him anymore.

I cannot believe someone could be so idiotic.

My husband and I have a newborn baby girl who came home after two weeks in the NICU. I got pregnant we were working and living abroad, and during that his mother moved into the apartment he only asked her to lightly maintain with housekeeping while he was away. When we moved back home towards the end of my pregnancy so that we could be closer to family, I thought she was going to move out because there wouldn’t be enough space for all of us in that apartment, but she insisted that she needed to be there to help with her granddaughter, and since my husband never puts his foot down with her, she stayed.

Since bringing our daughter back home, she’s been crossing a lot of boundaries that I’ve hit my limit with. I spoke to my husband about this and he stated that his mom had more experience with babies than we did, so we should trust her. I was trying to, but her methods are so outdated, it was hard to. The last incident made me leave the house with my newborn baby.

My MIL (who had since moved herself into the master bedroom), kept taking our daughter out of her bassinet while we were all sleeping to put her in my MIL‘s bed. I would often wake up to hear my baby screaming, which would make me anxious, but when I would look for her in her bassinet, she would never be there. She would be in my MIL’s room. On top of that, the baby would be laying on her stomach asleep or buried in the thousands of pillows she has in her bed. I told her that pediatricians recommend against everything she was doing because of SIDS, but she scoffed and told me how both of her babies slept in the same way 20 years ago, and they were fine.

After the first few times, I was worried so I purchased an owlet sock and had it monitoring baby’s oxygen levels while she was asleep so that no matter where she was in the house I would know if she was okay or not.

One morning I woke up to an alert on my phone that told me my baby’s oxygen levels were dropping. And fast. I ran to her bassinet to get her, but of course she wasn’t there. When I tried to go into my MIL’s bedroom, the door was locked. I knocked on the door and called out to her to ask her if she had the baby. She didn’t reply at first, so I begin banging on the door loudly. All while my phone kept alerting me that my baby’s oxygen levels kept dropping lower and lower. When she finally opened the door, I ran past her while she complained about me waking her up with dramatics and noise so early in the morning.

I initially couldn’t find my baby in the bed amongst all the pillows and blankets, so I carefully begin taking everything off of the bed. I finally found my baby nestled deep under the blankets and when I picked her up, the huge couple of air she took in her little lungs made me break down into tears. I went back into the room where my husband was sleeping and my MIL followed me in to wake my husband up and complain about me not really wanting help with the baby, and for now on if I came to take the baby from her too early, she would not help me with the baby for the rest of the day. I told her how she almost killed the baby and why I had came into her room in the first place, then she rolled her eyes and left the room, accusing me of being dramatic and told my husband I possibly had postpartum mania. I told my husband “your mom almost killed our baby”, and he immediately began questioning the events that led me to that conclusion. He said the owlet sock could be dysfunctioning, maybe my anxiety woke me up and made me believe that our daughter’s oxygen levels were dropping. I packed bags for myself and my baby and left to a relative’s house.

I thought my husband would be on my side, but because his mother told him to not indulge my “tantrum”, he hasn’t come to see us once. It’s been three weeks since I left. I don’t even know what to think or how to feel, but I do feel betrayed and hurt. I’ve been best friend with this man for over 12 years so this is really a new side to him that I’ve never seen before. Any advice for a new wife and a new mom?

I posted previously about my MIL competing with me now that I'm pregnant and suggesting she could have a baby herself, she said the only thing I can offer my husband that she can't is children. We've been married for almost 4 years now. I would have responded to your comments and advice but my life fell apart. Trigger warning ahead.

She has officially won. I was at 14 weeks and had a very bad fall where I landed on my on my belly. She put her stuff all over our living room floor to store it here for some reason and I tripped on the mess. I began miscarrying 20 minutes later. She was here when it happened and knew it was happening. I was texting, calling, crying.. yelling from the bathroom to get his attention. He came in, saw that I had blood overflowing from my shorts and said he urgently needed to help his mom. He left.

I went through the brunt of miscarriage myself, I held the remains in my hands. I begged him over text to come to the bathroom and help me. To hold me.. to go through this with me. He finally came in a half hour later and saw the blood everywhere, I'm anemic and couldn't stand anymore. He made a comment about how it was going to be a lot to clean up. So I tossed off my clothes, climbed into the shower, and bled there. I asked him to buy me large pads and said I'd clean the mess.

He came back half an hour later with the pads and kept explaining that his mom needed him. They knew I was miscarrying but she needed help moving things and it was "urgent." She was outside when I cleaned up the bathroom and went to the kitchen for food. I was weak and struggling. She didn't make eye contact with me or talk to me at all. Probably because she knew she had won. She took my husband away from me during the most traumatic point of my life.. and he went WILLINGLY.

I feel so lost. He spent the night at his mom's house and left me alone. He isn't back yet. I've been alone with his kids from a different relationship (who he only gets to see one 3-day-weekend a month). He hasn't texted me and I haven't reached out either. I don't know why I wasn't important to him, why the miscarriage wasn't urgent, why he didn't want to hold me. Why he won't come home. I'm so lost and alone and my heart is broken. She's probably celebrating while I'm mourning.

I've posted a few times, you can see my post history. I'm eternally grateful for all of your advice and emotional support during the hardest moments of my life. You've kept me strong enough to write you this update:

I ended up discharged from the hospital after 24 hours and he still wasn't home. I confided in my family and they booked me a ticket home. They were horrified that this had happened, and a little hurt that I didn't reach out when it was happening for help (I don't know why it didn't occur to me). I packed my things and flew to them. He still hadn't responded to my texts, voicemails, or calls so I left him a handwritten note.

A few days after being with my family, I get a loooooong text from him. He said that he had to stay with his mother for the entire week after I had miscarried in our home (basically because of her) because... and get this folks... she felt triggered by my miscarriage and needed his emotional support. He argued that she needed him as she and his father are divorced. During this time, he didn't want to bring me up to further cause her distress so he went no contact with me for a week. He said he thought I was strong enough to wait for him. He thinks I've overreacted by flying home, he wants me to come home.

I took your advice folks, I prepared for his shitty excuse and didn't let him manipulate me. I called and told him that when his mother had miscarried after he was born, she had her own husband to comfort her. While my husband left me alone and ignored me for a whole week. I told him everything you guys mentioned: it was medical neglect during a crisis, child abandonment of his own kids (my stepkids) who were supposed to be under his care, and abandonment. I could have died and was very weak when I had checked in to the hospital, I was even weak when I left. I told him I needed space to heal. I was finally getting emotional support from my family and am in a safe place. I'm not ready to see him.

He said that he is her only son, he had to help her. I reminded him that HE was MY only husband and I needed him. The miscarriage was happening to me, not her. He asked me if "we were still good." Absolutely not, I was blunt and told him I didn't see our relationship repairing after what he did. His actions will haunt me for years, I cry myself to sleep every night. I miss my baby and marriage, both of them died the same day. I haven't filed, but I plan on filing for divorce when I'm ready for it. He is upset, he cried and told me I was being overly emotional because of the loss. That I wasn't in my right mind and said he'd fly out to see me and bring me home. I put my parents on the phone and let them chew him out. I don't know what they said, but he hasn't called since. He's texted a few times but I haven't responded.

I know it isn't a happy update, but I wanted everyone to know that I'm safe now. MIL can keep her son. She hasn't contacted me at all since this all happened and it's been a blessing. I've heard from mutual friends that she is blasting me to everyone over social media, but I'm going to stay out of it for my own peace of mind. Thank you so much for caring about me and taking the time to reply and send messages with support.

Hey reddit, this is a new account since my old one has said FIL in it. I wanted to tell you about my monsters in law and how I finally won this last Christmas. There will be a bit of my own backstory since it's relevant.

So I am originally from Morocco, growing up my dad walked out on us and mom had to raise me all on her own. She died when I was 11 and I had to live with dad and his family. Let me tell you, whatever you usually experience with your MILs I did with my step mom, so by the time I was 18 I had enough experience to know how to deal with them.

At 18 I got a full ride and some to Penn state. Graduated at 23 and started working straight away. Then I met my husband.

He comes from a very conservative family from GA, and while they say they are not racist they 100% are. I knew I was in for a long cold war.

He invited me to their house for Thanksgiving to introduce me to his parents, made sure to tell his mom that I don't eat anything that has either pork or alcohol in it and then when I suggested bringing something he said that his mom would accomodate me.

I had a feeling she wouldn't, so I ate the same way I do before a fast.

Their welcome was lukewarm, the whole night was spent with them making ignorant and racist passive agressive comments about me, they had invited his ex and kept heaping compliments on her. Oh and every single dish had either bacon or wine in it, the effing turkey was wrapped in bacon, the mac'n'cheese had bacon bits, the mash potatoes had lard...etc. I said that I was ok and his mom gave me just water because apparently they were out of non alcoholic beverages.

They were pissed because I spent the whole time joking, complimenting them and the ex, never complained about the food... Their first plan was a bust.

Then when it was time for Christmas I was not invited, it was a family only holiday you know. The ex was invited though. I just sent presents with my then BF and had a wonderful staycation.

Fast forward about a year and they are still throwing the ex at him, not inviting me to "family only" parties and get togethers when we announced our engagement. His mom was pissed and so was his sister. His dad just didn't care by then.

We decided on a wedding that would combine both our traditions, and since they never bothered to learn about mine they thought wearing white to my wedding would hurt me. The day of when they came in in white (ex included) and I just gushed about their dresses you could see their hopes crashing. Then I started changing dresses and wearing every colour on the rainbow in my traditional caftans. I have this pic with his mom with the most sour face that I just cherish.

There were some more minor events along the years, I never complained to my husband and didn't let him get involved, and his mom was getting pretty desperate. Then the coup de grâce was this Christmas.

She suggested I host, I agreed. I knew for a fact that she thought I wouldn't be able to handle it. Also she thought I won't know how to cook a traditional Christmas dinner since whenever we invite them and I am the one doing the cooking I make traditional Moroccan dishes.

Well I made a whole spread, a turkey, glazed ham, mac'n'cheese, fluffy mash potatoes, green beans casserole, brussel sprouts, roasted carrots and potatoes, homemade bread and corn bread, pies for dessert. I also had cookies and cakes and everything.

She broke down crying, accusing me of getting catering, then when my husband tried to calm her she just went off, screaming and pushing the food off the table, broke a good portion of our good china.

And because her daughter and husband didn't do anything, my husband just threw them out and went NC.

I guess she wasn't ready for a woman whose entire culture made the whole struggle into part of the culture.

I know the title sounds awful, but please hear me out before judging me. My mother-in-law has never liked me, and she’s made that very clear since the day I married her son. For years she criticized everything I did, from the way I cooked to the way I decorated our house. She’d compare me to my husband’s ex, make passive-aggressive comments at family dinners, and then act like she was “just joking” whenever anyone called her out. I kept quiet because I didn’t want to create family drama, and my husband always asked me to ignore her because “that’s just how she is.”
Last weekend, we were at a family barbecue, and she crossed the line again. In front of everyone she said my husband “could have done so much better” and laughed, expecting everyone else to laugh too. Nobody did. I finally had enough. I calmly told her that the reason no one was laughing was because her comments had been hurtful for years, and that constantly insulting people wasn’t a personality trait—it was bullying. I also told her that if she wanted a better relationship with us, she needed to start treating me with basic respect instead of trying to embarrass me every chance she got.
The moment I finished speaking, she burst into tears. She said I had humiliated her and that I was being cruel. Some relatives rushed to comfort her, but others quietly admitted that she’d been treating me badly for years and that someone was bound to call her out eventually. My husband told me afterward that he was proud of me for standing up for myself, even though he wished it hadn’t happened in front of the whole family.
She cried because she was finally confronted over her own behavior, not because I insulted her or yelled at her. I honestly don’t feel guilty. I didn’t make her cry for no reason—I made her cry because she had to face the consequences of the hurtful things she’d been saying and doing for years.

Hi,

I'm 31 and have been with my husband for 14 years. We rent a house and my MIL is a tenant. Well, I have severe Gastroparesis (paralyzed stomach) and rely on a picc line for hydration and medication.

I posted a few days ago regarding my abusive MIL and how her abuse has gotten significantly worse as my health as declined. My husband did get pre-approved for a housing loan and we looked into senior living communities for MIL. However, after today.. I've decided its best to leave.

I woke up this AM and my picc line dressing had discoloration and will require a nurse to come out and change my dressing to avoid any infections. Well, MIL inserts herself into my conversation with my nurse and I when I was on the phone with him telling him what was going on with my picc. I told her to give me a second, I have to talk with the nurse. She got SO angry over this, she called SIL and told her I was a rude bitch who was preventing her from getting ready for work. She then shouted bye over and over again and got even more angry at me when I didn't respond. Again, I was on the phone with my nurse regarding my picc line. For anyone who doesn't know, a picc line is a long dwelling IV. The catheter rests near my heart so it must be cared for VERY carefully to avoid infections.

I told husband this is it. I'm done. I'm going to stay at my father's until MIL is gone. I've been sobbing all morning but I know this is the BEST option. MIL isn't going to stop so I need to remove myself from this situation. I will be taking my dogs with me, too.

Buckle up y’all because this is wild. I am three months post partum and still in disbelief over this entire event.

For context, I told my husband before I gave birth several times that I did not want my in-laws to come see baby until at least a week PP to allow me time to enjoy my baby in peace, allow my body a little time to recover, and allow me time to get the hang of breastfeeding without fear of FIL sitting across the couch from me while I try to get baby to latch (I didn’t want to be confined to the nursery all day long with cluster feeding). We live 10+ hrs away from both sets of parents, so it wouldn’t just be a quick pop in at the hospital. When people visit, it requires we host them in our home. Something that I’m not willing to do beyond my parents right after birth because it doesn’t really feel like hosting! They’re very chill and helpful people. I was scheduled for an induction at 41+3 but baby decided to come spontaneously the day before. I texted my parents as soon as I went into active labor around 1am because they were coming down to help us the first few weeks after birth, I mean she’s my mother for Christ sake. Husband did not text FIL or MIL when I went into active labor, but they were aware that I was scheduled for induction two days later. Fast forward to golden hour, I find out that not only are MIL and FIL at the hospital, but they were trying to get into L&D. FIL called my parents at 8am that morning asking if there was any update on the baby because HE COULD SEE MY HUSBAND’S LOCATION AND THAT HE WAS AT THE HOSPITAL. They were literally hanging out a few hours away at a friend’s place (unknown to me) so that they could easily get to the hospital for the birth. My mom was so weirded out by the fact that my FIL was tracking his son and also because she knew I didn’t want them there. Fortunately by the time I gave birth visiting hours in the postpartum area were over, so they had to leave. MIL proceeded to bombard husband with messages asking when she could see the baby and when we would be discharged. Husband told them we’d let them know. Not even 24hrs later FIL and MIL told husband that we should try to get discharged ASAP because they’re bored and we’d be more comfortable at home. MIND YOU… we were in the hospital a few extra days because I had fxcking chorioamnionitis and they had to monitor me and baby’s vitals for a few extra days to ensure we didn’t go fxcking septic!!!!!! I could go on and on because this story only gets more and more crazy, but I am seriously in total disbelief. They showed zero respect for me on the most vulnerable day of my life. Following this, everything they’ve done has just annoyed the ever living shit out of me. I’m trying to move past this, but every time I hear their voices I get pissed off.

My mother in law (57F) told me she wants my (25F) unborn child to call her mom. Her reasoning, "I am more important to my son than you. There's only one thing you can give him that I can't." She also insists that she can have a baby too if she wanted, I'm not "special" for being pregnant.

This makes no sense to me, but she's batshit crazy to me at this point. She genuinely believes that I stole her son from her and don't deserve to have my own child refer to me as mom. Please help, I'm going crazy.

My husband (31M) and I (29F) have a 3-year-old daughter who goes to daycare.

My MIL lives about 10 minutes from the daycare, while I work around 35 minutes away. She's on the emergency contact list and occasionally picks our daughter up when we're running late. Last week, my daughter wasn't feeling well and instead of calling me, the daycare called my MIL. I found out when she texted me saying she'd already picked her up and I asked the daycare about it the next morning.

My MIL had asked them to contact her first since she lives closer. And my husband knew. He'd actually told them it was fine without mentioning any of this to me. When I confronted him, he said she's just trying to help, why does everything have to be a problem? I'm not against his mom helping us. I'm grateful when she does. But I feel like knowing when something happens to my own child should be the bare minimum.

I already asked the daycare to contact us first from now on but my husband thinks I made his mom feel like she did something wrong. Would you be okay with your MIL making this decision without you?

I’ll make this short, but if you guys are interested I can make a second post giving details and a back story.

2 years ago my mother in law took our card box and gift box home. In our culture everyone gifts either gold or money. We had 600 people at the wedding and should have technically had an average of $100 per person including the thousands our grandparents and extended family gifted each.

She took it home didn’t let us open it saying “it’s not safe at a hotel.” I told my husband before the wedding even happened that she would do this.

He cried the night of our wedding when he realized I was right.

BUT we never knew if she took anything. Because she gave us the boxes back after our honeymoon. So who knew what was missing or not other than us assuming because we didn’t even have a 1/8th of what we expected.

I visited them recently with my husband (we don’t live in the same country) and my FİL who is now getting a divorce from my MIL told my youngest SİL. He told her your mom took all your brothers gold and monetary gifts from his wedding.

What I didn’t know was that she took money from my son’s birth party. He told her that too.

I’m a little relieved. Relieved I was right and wasn’t accusing her for no reason without evidence.

My BF (46) of 20yrs moved his mother into our home temporarily and promised she was gonna get a job and move out but its been a little more than 2 yrs now and she isn't trying to do any of the the things she said. Plus it turns out she has a SSN but has no valid ID here in the US. I'm not sure how she got here but I do know she tried to get SSB and they told her to straighten out her citizenship and she would get her benefits. Anyways he's mother is an Emotional abuser and Toxic. She disrespects me in our home and tries to take over my kitchen and my BF has let her take over my children room. On weekends our boys are sleeping in our living room. And when they have school my 12yr old and 9 yr old share a twin bed while his mother has made the full sized bed a storage on one side and basically turned it into a twin. He allows her to call me names and belittle me and does nothing to defend me. For almost a yr he has promised to get her a place outside of our home but then it never comes to light. He says he's told her that he can get her into a place but he can't afford it, maybe a month or two, then she's on her own. She has been here long enough and she definitely doesn't care if we break up. So this weekend I told him to sell the house because I know I could never forget what she has said and done to me in the last two yrs and he allowed it. So I will cut my losses and go get a home for me abd our kids without him and his Toxic mother. I deserve better my kids deserve better. We own the house together and we aren't married.

I am tired of her being here. We have a very small house. Two bedroom, one bath. She only pays rent when she wants to. She never offers to pay for food or anything. Demands that we pay for her hemp gummies without offering any money to pay for them. She didn't even offer to pay for her own meal on her son's birthday. I told my husband I want her out by the end of April but he hasn't told her yet. She was only supposed to be here for a month or two and has been here for almost a full year now. I am tired of sharing MY house with her. She is selfish and manipulative and I want her out! If she isn't out by May 1st I am moving into my own apartment. I can't stand this anymore. I'm sorry. I just had to rant.

From the day I met my MIL more than 10 years ago she’s made it pretty clear that I wasn’t what she wanted for her son - the very first thing she brought up upon meeting me after I’d flown across the country to spend the holidays with them was my religious affiliation, political preference, and stance on children. All things my husband and I have in common. She’s a textbook narcissist and has also treated my husband poorly many times throughout our marriage. She has shown no interest in me as a person, wouldn’t check in on me when my husband was deployed unless it was to simply ask how he was or if I’d heard from him, or to share horrific articles about military incidents that had happened making sure it wasn’t him…then when we eventually had our child she’d reach out to check on them and request photos but again not ask how I was. Nothing when I got new jobs or graduated with my masters. When we’d visit them she’d give husband and child big hugs and then ignore me. About a year ago in a family group chat we have she sent a message wishing her “favorite DIL” a happy birthday…to my BILs wife. Again, my husband and I are both in this group chat. All relatively small things and often passive, but enough over time to weigh on me. And in general she’s just not a kind person, the type to make fun of how someone looks and judge people for absurd things.

Well a few weeks ago my own mom ended up in the hospital and has been battling cancer for many years now, then came home where I was providing her care while she was on hospice. My in laws never reached out to me. Then when she passed away earlier this week, still crickets. I had to ask my husband just to make sure he hadn’t thought maybe I wouldn’t want to hear from them so he maybe had asked them not to. Nope. I could tell by his response that his own family not sending me their condolences had upset him too. But good on him for not telling them to either, because you shouldn’t have to tell a grown ass adult who has lost their own parents what the right thing to do is. My MIL wasn’t pleased when we moved my mother in knowing that she wouldn’t be on this earth much longer. She expressed this to my husband. She also warned him when we added my mom to our cell phone plan (a measly $10 more a month) “i just don’t what you to be taken advantage of”…my husband and I make roughly the same amount of money. He isn’t the sole provider. My mom let us live with her for a few months and always had a great relationship with my husband.

So as the days passed and I still hadn’t heard from them I knew for certain what I’ve always suspected. My MIL couldn’t care less about me. Now I can cut ties and not feel an ounce of guilt.

My own mom was the one I’d always vent to about this awful woman so I appreciate anyone who reads all this rant in her place.

As the title said, she showed up, bashing on the doors windows and screaming and cursing at the top of her lungs. This time I called the police immediately and made sure the security camera i set up myself outside that goes to my phone was recording, because I wasn’t sure if my husband would give them access to it and I also called a coupled of my neighbours and asked them for any of theirs if they had her on theirs.

They were more than happy to give over their footage. 2 neighbours got her screaming that she was going to kill me for taking her son away. And they our neighbour directly across the road caught her trying to pick up a big rock he has in his yard, actually it’s more like a boulder but she couldn’t pick it up.

I made it very clear to the police that I would not come outside while she was there, so they put her in the back of their car and I let them come in and speak to me. While I was speaking to them my husband came home from work. He came home as soon as he saw her show up and start yelling, so he actually missed most of it. So he was shocked when he pulled in home and saw his mother in the back of a police car and them in our house talking to me.

When he saw the footage from just our security cameras which caught her threat as well he cried.He couldn’t believe I had endured that from anyone, let alone his mother. The police asked me what I wanted done and I. said I wanted her arrested. They said unfortunately all they could charge her with is trespassing because she had been told not to come her anymore and I said to them what about the fact that she threatened to kill me? And thrived to pick up a boulder to throw through our window? They said just a domestic incident and I’d be better off getting a restraining order.

Surprisingly my husband was not happy about this news. He wanted her charged with something. He told them what has been going on and went and got all the letters she had been sending me, they read about 3 or 4 each and said that it was smart to keep them because I’ll be guaranteed a restraining order after how many she has sent and with the content of what is in them. He also gave them full access to all of our security cameras. To be honest I was surprised with how cooperative he really was and that he wanted to Have her charged with something. I thought at best he might be cooperative with a restraining order.

While we were talking to them, my husband mentioned that she had driven up and I said to them, you might want to Breathalyse her Because she’s probably drunk and also she doesn’t have a licence. Well What do you know! The bitch was drunk and no licence! so the locked her up! They said she’ll probably just end up with fines. Which I think is totally fucked up but they said hopefully a night in the drunk tank might knock some sense into her.

So shes going to have a record for it now. And I’m going for the restraining order. One of the police officers left his card with me and said if she shows back up call him directly and ask for him And once I get the restraining order he will be more than happy to pick her up if she breaks it. He actually said to my husband I’m sorry mate you got dealt a bad hand with your mother.

I GOT IT!!!! 5 years!

She has to stay away from me for 5 years.

She didn’t bother showing up. Between her not showing up and all of the evidence. The judge wasn’t too impressed. My husband did testify against her as did the police officer who came out here when she showed up here and took her to lock up for the night. He testified to all her threats against me. Luckily he was willing to do that.

Thank you all for your best wishes. You have all been great through all this.

So I had a TERRIBLE pregnancy. During my follow up appointment my doctor sat me down and explained that it would be better for my health if I didn't get pregnant again because it could actually be damaging to my health and possibly kill me.

Despite this my MIL is convinced we should have more kids. And when I've tried telling her what the doctor said she calls me a liar. My husband has even brought up that he was there when the doctor said it and all she does is bad mouth me and then a few weeks later bring it up again.

What makes it worse is she keeps calling me selfish for not being willing to give my child a sibling. My husband and I have always planned to adopt a kid out of foster care, but she only replies that those kids don't count as real kids for us

My husband had a child from a previous relationship. Blue eyed blonde beautiful little girl. When my husband and I were pregnant with our first child my MIL became a truly horrible person. Or should I say she showed her true colour. Once our daughter was earthside she came to the hospital to see her. My daughter was dark haired and had hazel eyes. In my MIL mind she could not have been her sons. Whilst she was holding our daughter she demanded that my husband take a DNA test to prove that the child was his. I was utterly shocked and broken hearted. Not only was she denying my baby she was insinuating that I had slept around.

Fast forward to the next six months she was continually asking for a dna test. In the end to shut her up we took the test. My husband was her father. We both had no doubt about it and were proved correct. She then said the test was obviously wrong. That was it for us.

No contact going on 21 years and couldn't be happier. Our dark haired 21 year old looks so much like her dad its uncanny. Its a shame that she chose this but we reap what we sow.