Mother-in-Law HELL

This website is the best. Two years ago this was my life, I was dating a real live Mummy’s boy. Our relationship was serious for 2 and a half years, though we didn’t actually get to the altar, because along comes the Mama from overseas who hung around for 5 months. She was basically a sort of real-life Bambi to him – his needy, adorable, trembling little fawn he had to look after. (She actually literally trembled, she had some nerve thing going on in her hand).

Once in the country, MIL lost no time in asserting herself. BF and I were looking for a house, and we found The House – it was stunning. He promptly put in an offer and it was accepted. A week later he told me he was taking his Mom to see the house, and sure enough she didn’t like it. Next thing, without even discussing it with me, he withdrew the offer on the house. Unbelievable. Not long after that he started hinting that he wanted to take her along on our holiday, and next thing she’s on the plane with us. First day: she had to get carted off to hospital on the other side of the atoll for medication for a condition she had obviously had well before we left, so they went off for the whole day. On their return, she went off to her bungalow so we jumped straight into bed. Next thing there was a knock on the door and he leapt up and answered it, he then hauled his d**k out of me, yanked on his clothes and ran off down the path after her telling me he would see me in the restaurant. WHAT?? I emptied the gin and tonics from the minibar til i got an outraged phone call demanding i join him and his Mommie at dinner. Things got worse, she proceeded to baby talk to him throughout our holiday asking him if he was ready for his foodies puddies and beddies, and flirted with both the married island doctor and our teenage waiter with her jugs half hanging out, telling him he looked SOOO good in his uniform. It was just dire, never have I wanted to run away from the maldives. She did other things like slagged off his dad and his new wife, and told me not to worry about meeting his dad because “I’m the only one that matters”. At first I thought she was just a sad deluded old idiot with farts for brains, but two months later I realised I was the idiot and she was spot on. I even told him what she said and he just stared at me as if I was the weird one. Another time his father’s brother died in some awful suicide, and BF announced he was flying out for the funeral to support his devastated father. Few days later I asked if he had booked the flight, and he said no, my Mom doesn’t think I should go. When I told him this was one decision that he had to make on its own merits and not because his Mom wanted him to do it, he got really defensive and angry that I was suggesting his mother might not have everyone’s best interests at heart (she hated his dad because he had totally dumped her). He also wanted to have sex with me when the adjoining bedroom doors were both open while she was there and when I refused he just er, sorted himself out in this mad frenzy. I’m not sure why spending time with his mum gave him such a boner, go figure! At some point I lost it, got pissed and told him I was tired of her, and that he was a mummy’s boy. He hauled me out of bed and belted me for that. The next day I came home and there was The Precious sitting on the couch! Talk about sending a message. So I packed a bag and walked out but it didn’t stop her calling me the next week asking for an update on his health, I didn’t return her call and of course she whimpered to him. He then told me that if I didn’t return her call I would just come home to find my stuff thrown out on the street. I got the feeling he didn’t care what he had to sacrifice to make her happy, – no matter what he had to say or do to me to force me to suck up to her, nothing was too much trouble for his darling Mommie, especially when she was sniffling about how alone she was. Finally she left and went back home but not without informing him I wasn’t right for him. Somehow the relationship limped on, but 6 months later when he announced she was coming back, I said Look if things aren’t going to be different next time, we might as well break up now. I could see this brick wall go up and he said, I know you won’t like this, but she is my mother. In other words “no, you have to change, I am not upsetting her.”. That was it. I tried to discuss it with him the next day but he refused. So the next day I left again – for good this time. 3 months later he told a mutual friend he was still very upset about what happened, but despite his own misery he still stuck to his decision that mummy had to come first – there was just no way he was going to compromise her happiness for anything on the planet.

So now I look back with a mixture of fascination and horror that i stuck it out for longer than 3 minutes. She caused a lot of pain and I still hope she will die slowly in a ditch somewhere. MY message to you girls is – GET OUT and kick up your heels! You will never look back, and there are lots of great men out there without major mummykins attachments!