Rip Rokken wrote:bluejeangirl76 wrote:I had your stereotypical "monster-in-law" though. My god, she was terrible to me. But she was textbook. Histrionic personality, eternal victim, can't "let go" of her kids.... she was unnecessarily mean to me, but the kind of passive-aggressive mean where if you called her out, she'd claim to have meant something else.... whatever. A few months back I saw her for the first time in years at a funeral and she hadn't changed.
Wow, I always wondered what happened to my first wife's mother! How is Lois these days, Kim?

People like this amaze me, and hopefully one day science can dissect their brains to find the defect that causes this grave disorder.
Yeah, she was pretty mean. It used to hurt me SO badly, because I really wanted to get along with his family, I liked them, and of course you always want the mom to like you.... But because I wasn't "family" (before we were married), I was never included in anything. I mean, she went out of her way to actually keep me
out of things. She always wanted everything to be "just me and my kids".
Here's a great one.... One time, she actually took it upon herself to buy a plane ticket for my ex for a family trip. I was never asked. We were saving all our vacation time for the honeymoon that same year. We both only got 2 weeks. He told her he
wasn't going on the family trip because of that. She turned around and bought the ticket anyway (this was a WEEK long trip) and GUILTED him.... "welll I already bought the ticket, you have to go!" (uh, AFTER he said no he wasn't going). And did Mr. No Balls hold ground?
Nope. (and that caused a fight that I will never ever forget, ever.)
But, he wouldn't agree to go unless I went too (which of course WE had to pay for, but it f'ked up her good time, so it was a little bit worth it...lol). She was NOT at all pleased that I was
infringing upon her family time, and despite being about to be married to her kid, I was NOT family.
Then there was one time, not long after we got engaged, where she included me on something she was doing, I thought she was making an effort, and the following weekend she invited me to something again.... and I thought, "wow, ok, so we're making progress..." Guess what. Soon as she had her
car repaired, and didn't need a ride, I was not invited out by her ever again. And that's one of the
mild stories. There are so many, and some of them, I
still can't even believe if I think about them....LOL. Thankfully I don't have much occasion to think of any of that anymore.
