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I hate my mother in law. I know, most Daughter’s in law hate their Mother’s in law. But this is different. This is the kind of hate that seethes through your veins and makes you see red. The kind of hate that makes you honestly wish a person would just die already. The kind of hate that, although your husband suspects, you can never ever tell him, not really.
He knows, he has to. I say things like, “how did you come from those people,” and “your mother drives me crazy.” But I hate her, really honestly hate her, I just can’t say that out loud to my husband.
My own blog is a no in-law zone because I live in fear that one day they will find it. And I play the good daughter-in-law very well. I buy all the gifts and send all the cards. I cook dinner and clean the house when they come to visit. I remind my husband to call them on a semi-regular basis.
But I hate her. Because she doesn’t really love my husband. Not the way a mother should love a son. She does not accept his choices or approve of the adult he has become. Because she is not nice to my son, not like a Grandmother should be.
And she wrecks havoc on our lives and leaves. And we are left to pick up the pieces. I have so many Mother in law stories that my friends call me when they are having a bad day to make them laugh. Like she bought me a bowl for my bridal shower, 1 cereal bowl. She announced when I was pregnant and on bed rest and told not to have stress that she did not want to be a grandmother. That she pays my sister in law’s rent and owes us money for presents she said we should buy and she would pay us back. That she is evil, plain and simple.
Last month she caused such a fight between my husband and I that I honestly thought, “I can’t do this anymore. I have to leave this marriage.”
But I love him. I just hate his mother.