Mother-in-law Hell

My husband and I have been together since I was 18, I’m now almost 23 and we’ve been married for almost 2 years (come Dec). I never complained too much about his mother and her overbearing ways because she’s always been nice to me (even if she’s been giving out advice that was not wanted or needed) and put up with her ‘that’s not right’ or ‘that’s no good’ stuff she’d say about our relationship or my family, I dealt with it because I love my Husband dearly and we’re good together. Well last September, before my 22nd birthday, I realized I was pregnant. At the time, my hubby and I were living with my parents and siblings and splitting rent to save money (we wanted to buy our own home). That night, we informed my side of the family since we lived with them lol (and called my sis who was about 6 months pregnant herself), and the next day, we went to his parents home to let them know. Of course, there was laughing and hugging and congrats in order, but before we could even settle down, I was being whisked away to the mall to baby shop and being told we had to move out of our home soon, even suggesting the next month.

Crazy talk!

We did think about it and decided it would be best for everyone if we rented our own place (my sister was having problems with her boyfriend and her, my 2 year old nephew and her brewing 2nd child, moved back in with our family) but we needed to wait until income tax time to use that money to move, and also to help out my family who would also be having to move. I thought everything was going smoothingly well, even if his mother kept pushing us to move sooner and our home was a little cramped now that my sister and her kid were living with us, but otherwise fine.

In the beginning of November, we had a child services worker show up at our home saying they had a call come in that there were children in the home being neglected and they wanted to know MY relation to my father. It was crazy. Not only was it untrue to which the case was closed, but the facts they got were something we continuously had to correct to a ‘certian’ someone all the time. They asked if my father actually was my father, which he is, they wanted to interview the children who they had down as a 16 year old female, 16 year old male, and a 7 year old male. Well we had a 19 year old female in the house(my sis) a 17 year old male(my bro), and a 11 year old male(my other bro). And they didn’t even know my fathers real name, instead calling him by a nickname that everyone else calls him(something a certian someone also only knew). Anyways, it freaked us out, and super freaked out my husband, so instead of waiting until Febuary, we ended up moving out in December, which we ended up with absolutely no Christmas because of this. My parents got a lawyer and filed a complaint or something to that nature that if the case is showed to be filed wrongly or without cause, that you can find out who made the call. And sure enough, it was the lovely ‘mother-in-law’. We decided not to let my hubby know because at the time, he thought she had something to do with it, but needed to believe he was wrong. (His real parents died when he was young and was adopted by the ‘mother-in-law’, so he has issues with parents).

Anyways, we kinda let it go, even though my side of the family could no longer stand her, but that was okay, I was the one that needed to deal with it and if I couldn’t, I simply would talk to my mother or visit them(they had moved into a home that was only a few blocks from me, so I could walk over there or drive a few seconds to them.)

My pregnancy progressed and everything was going good, except for the morning sickness. But everytime I had an appointment to be checked out, ’she’ wanted to come, which I didn’t mind, except she expected to come into the room with me while my doctor checked me ‘down there’ and that was a big no no for me. She made me feel guilty about that, but I didn’t care. I needed to be comfortable during this and my husband understood, telling her no when she would stand to come back with us. She began showing up all the time unannounced with ‘gifts’ for the baby, which is fine, but a call before hand would have been great, especially when I wasn’t having a particulary good day and was still lying in bed in pjs. She through a fit when we decided to get a cat(our other cat had mysteriously disappeared and I was missing him) from the pound. But like everything else, I let it slide.

In May, I went into labor and had our son. During the labor process, however, I informed everyone that only my husband would be seeing the baby coming out, but that everyone was welcome to visit until that time came. When the time came, everyone cleared the room except for my hubby, and of course ‘her’. I basically told her that I didn’t want to be rude, but she had to go. And she did after I talked up. Well I was given 2 different epidurals and neither worked right, so I was feeling the pain. I was later told that while I was huffing, puffing and screaming in pain, her and my brother-in-law were making fun of me, which pissed me off and royalling pissed off my mother and sister who were out in the hall also waiting on the arrival of my son.

I had our son on May 9th, 2008. At the end of June, we decided to move up to Illinois for a better job oppertunity. His mother through another fit, wanting us to instead move in with her in Michigan. I told my hubby it was either me or her, I loved him, but not enough to live with her. As of right now, we have no contact with her, her choice, not ours, ever since we turned down her offer to live with her, she’s been cold as ice, not one phone call or atleast emai lasking how HER son is or her grandson. (i don’t expect much to be asked about me.)

The last thing I heard about her was through my sister-in-law who said she talks to their mother frequently and she was rantin gand raving about how I control my hubby on all of decisions and that I was a bad mother because I wasn’t able to breastfeed and because I hadn’t gotten my son circumsized. So right now, I am refusing to have anything to do with her, although she is more then welcome to keep in touch with the boys, she’s unwilling.

So there is my story.