Mother-in-law Hell

I’ve known my mother-in-law longer than I’ve known my husband. So I don’t have any excuses to stepping into his crazy family.

All of our 15 year marriage we have had issues with her. Drama, lots and lots of drama. She’s sick and dying, she needs money, everyone mistreats here, my FIL ruined her life. My SIL ruined her life…on and on it goes.

After living far away, hubby and I had a brain fart and decided to move back to our home town. My MIL was living in an admittedly sticky situation and we mutually decided it would be best for her to come live with us. She’s “disabled” and can’t work, and isn’t financially responsible enough to live on her own. So, in April of last year as we moved into our very lovely, brand spanking new home…she was too.

We rented a moving truck to go pick up her and her belongings.Little did we know her belonging had inhabitants. Yes, roaches. Lots and lots of roaches.Hubby decided her furniture was infested and took it to the dump. I spent the first week in my new house, not unpacking my things…no….I spent them in the middle of the road, armed with roach spray picking through everything she had before in came into my house. Where was my MIL you ask? Inside watching tv or napping.

We gave her bedroom furniture, new clothes, tv….everything she needed. And we were happy to do it. We we’re not keeping a score card. It’s family, it’s what you do.

Over the year and a half she’s been with us it’s been a nightmare. There’s the little things, not picking up after herself, the never ending drama,the tears, the bill collectors calling. And death proclamations. TTB, the ticking time bomb, is always on death’s door. Whether she’s asking you what hospital she should have the ambulance she’s fixing to call (but never does) take her too, or telling you that if you should find her on the floor to please get help quickly, to asking you if your children know how to dial 911 or do CPR, she’s never happier than when she’s talking about her imminent demise.

Then there’s the bigger stuff, yelling at my kids….telling all her friends and family that we mistreat her. That I want her my husband to kick her out, won’t let eat our food or leave her room.

I’m at my wits end. She keeps saying she’s going to move out but we all know it’ll never happen…she can’t afford to.

Thanks for letting me vent, ladies!