How My Sons Mother-in-Law Took Him Away From Us Ever since our son married, we barely see him anymore.
How My Sons Mother-in-Law Took Him Away From Us Ever since our son married, we barely see him anymore.
Living in Someone Else’s Flat? Pay the Rent!
“I don’t even know if my daughter’s wedding will go ahead. Everyone’s fallen out, and my future son-in-law’s lost the plot. With only two weeks to the big day, he’s acting up. I have no idea how this will end, I feel so sorry for my daughter,” sighs Helen.
“Why is everyone arguing?”
“You won’t believe it—it’s all about the new flat. We wanted to do something special for the newlyweds, so we put together every last penny, even sold our cottage in the country and the garage, just to afford a flat as a wedding gift. It’s in my daughter’s name. But since they’re about to marry, what does it matter whose name is on the deed?”
“Well, exactly…”
“That’s how both myself and my husband see it. The flat, of course, is a blank slate. It needs a full renovation and furnishing, but we’ve nothing left in savings. My husband suggested we all pitch in on the renovation so they could move in as soon as possible. But the fiancé flat out refused to do any work!”
“Why’s that?”
“Because, in his eyes, it’s not his flat. He doesn’t want to put time or money into a property he doesn’t own. He said we should handle renovations ourselves. He’ll pick up a few basics, but has no intention of spending much on it.”
“Maybe they should just live in it as is, without a renovation?”
“That’s impossible, the flat’s completely bare. And to top it off, all the water and electrics need redoing, floors and walls are a mess, old windows are about to fall apart, and it needs at least basic finishing touches,” Helen explains.
“I really don’t see how anyone could live there, even I’m not that easy-going. How can young people start off in a dump like that? It’s embarrassing. My future son-in-law works at a major company, he’s paid well, but he’s too tight with money. You see, he wants to save for a home of his own so he’s never at risk of being left with nothing. Basically, he wants to live off us. He insists we pay for all the work ourselves. So I told him if he thinks it’s someone else’s flat, he should pay us rent! He laughed and agreed,” sighs Helen.
“What does your daughter think?”
“She’s in tears, very upset. She loves him terribly, but we just can’t add his name to the deeds. She says now she doesn’t want a flat, or a renovation. But I don’t like that he won’t invest in the family at all. What comes next? They’re not even married and they’re already fretting over divorce and splitting assets,” Helen says.
Do you think my future son-in-law should invest in the flat? He’s planning to live there, start a family, make it a home. Does it really matter whose name is on the paperwork? Or is his position logical? What would you do if you were in his shoes? Someone elses flat? Then pay rent! “I honestly dont know anymore if my daughters wedding will even happen.
My husbands parents simply refuse to accept realitytheyre constantly trying to reunite him with his ex-wife.
My mother-in-law offered to help us with the kids during the summer. Shes recently retired and has a
My mother-in-law offered to help us with the kids during the summer. Shes recently retired and has a
With money, I became younger. Years later, my husband learned the truth and we divorced. I was born in
With money, I became younger. Years later, my husband learned the truth and we divorced. I was born in
My Husband Only Ever Thinks of Himself: He Eats Everything in the House and Doesn’t Leave a Single Thing for Our Child
– “Adam, where have all the bananas gone?” I ask my husband.
– “I ate them, I fancied some.”
– “Couldn’t you have left even one for our son’s tea?”
– “You’re making a big fuss. You know they sell bananas in shops.”
– “So go and buy some.”
– “I’ve got a football match—how can I go?”
It’s always the same in our house: yogurts, biscuits, apples—nothing’s safe. I have to hide food or my son might go hungry with a dad like this.
We’ve been married five years. Our son’s nearly two. We’ve got a mortgage, so money’s tight. My husband thinks he’s the breadwinner since he gave us a home (he only sold his one-bedroom flat for the deposit—my parents helped too). My mum says Adam’s a total egotist, and honestly, I sort of agree with her.
One day we were prepping for a birthday party. I was cooking for the guests, and he kept sneaking in for “tastes”—even got into the birthday cake I’d left on the balcony. There I was, ready to slice it up, and all that was left was a chunk of decorated chocolate sponge! You can imagine how embarrassed I was.
It’s a constant issue. Sure, he earns, but some basic consideration wouldn’t hurt. His excuse? “Don’t worry, we’ll buy more!” Fine, don’t care about me—but how do you not care about your own child? It’s not like we’re rolling in money; we rely on that food. In a week, he’ll eat a month’s worth.
“Why are you having a go at him?” says my mother-in-law. “He’s a working man—let him eat. If you’re that bothered, just cook more.” She’s always on his side.
But it doesn’t matter how much I cook—he’ll eat it all. Buying extra food isn’t an option with our bills, mortgage, and everything else.
Eventually I told my husband that if he did it again, I’d want a divorce. We’d split the flat and live our own lives. He sulked, ran to his mum—and now my mother-in-law won’t even speak to me. But I’m sure I’m right. What do you think? My husband thinks only of himself. He devours anything in sight, not even sparing our child.
Dream On! My Would-Be Romeo Thought He Could Live in My Apartment at My Expense
I’ve always been lucky to have a clear sense of purpose. By the age of 25, I’d saved up enough to buy my own flat—no help from Mum or Dad, no handouts from relatives, just my own hard work.
When I fell for a guy, I was naive enough to tell him about my place. Still, I made it clear I didn’t plan to move in with him; he’d have to find us a place to rent together, while I’d let mine out and we could save for a car.
He agreed, assuring me he’d save up soon and we’d move in together. Six months later, he showed up at my door with a suitcase, saying he’d lost his job and was broke.
He asked if he could crash at mine for a while. Good thing he’s got his own parents! No way was I letting that happen. I could see through his excuse—just a ploy to freeload off me. So, I ended the relationship right then and there. As if! My would-be suitor thought he could move into my flat and live off my hard-earned pennies.
