I have no strength or desire to communicate with my mother-in-law. My husband’s mother is a mean person who has no conscience. Until my spouse and I decided to file for divorce, his mother was sweet to the point of being sugary, and then she poured a ton of slop on me. After a while, my spouse and I started living together again, and his mother now speaks to me as kindly as if nothing ever happened.
My spouse and I were married too young; I was barely nineteen at the time of our marriage, and he was twenty. I can’t say whether my mother-in-law dissuaded my son from getting married, but my parents tried to tell me day and night that I was doing something stupid that could ruin my whole life. However, my beloved and I did not listen to anyone’s advice and, considering ourselves adults, went to the registry office.
We lived in a rented room. When I now remember our “love nest”, I get a chill running down my spine, the conditions there were such that a normal person would hardly be able to survive there, because all the local alcoholics went to the old woman in droves. However, at that time we did not think about it and were really happy.
Despite the fact that my relatives were against this marriage, they did not leave me without their help. When my mother came to visit us, she came to indescribable horror, the same evening my parents moved me and my husband to my grandmother’s apartment, which they had planned to give me, but then decided to delay it.
I will say at once that the tiny one-room seemed to us at the time a royal mansion. Then my husband’s mother came to visit us. My husband and I did not introduce each other to their parents, as we felt that it was not necessary to do so. My spouse also met my father and mother after we officially became husband and wife.
My mother-in-law just radiated positivity, kindness, and understanding. She kept extolling my cooking and household skills. It was obvious that she had a very supportive attitude toward me. She called me nothing less than a daughter and an affectionate form of my name.
I was over the moon that my mother-in-law liked me, so I paid no mind to my own mother’s warnings. My mother didn’t like the matchmaker too much. She called my husband’s parent “a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
I had the opportunity to be convinced of the truth of my mother’s words three years later, when my husband and I started our divorce. At that time we had already had a baby and had a whole bunch of problems that we did not know how to solve. We were young and stupid, yet we each thought we were the smartest. Neither my husband nor I were willing to compromise. After I went on maternity leave, our family had a lot more problems, so our flimsy little boat called “Love” quickly shattered on the reefs of reality and everyday life.
The day after the divorce, my mother-in-law came to see me. I had hoped that she had come to support me, but it was the opposite. She started calling me a slutty whore and promised me that she would make my son take a paternity test, since she knew for sure that I had impregnated my son.
My husband’s parent that day didn’t go around paying attention to my son or my parents. Finally she gathered up everything she had ever given us, spat in my face, and left. I was so shocked by my spouse’s mother’s words that I didn’t even bother collecting gifts.
For the next three years, she ignored me and my child, even when she confronted us. At those moments, her face looked as if she had soiled herself in slop.
A year ago, I got back together with my ex-spouse. For the first year after the divorce, we blew each other’s minds as much as we could and communicated only when it was necessary to do so in the best interest of our child. Gradually we matured and became less adamant, and then we started living together and got married again.
Unfortunately, I did not see my husband’s mother’s face when my son told her the news. But it’s hard to put into words the extent of my surprise when the lady showed up at our house a week after we got together with candy, fruit, and a toy for my son.
The only reason I didn’t kick her out of my house was because I was in a state of shock. After a while, I told my spouse not to set foot in our house again. My husband was aware of her antics, so he wouldn’t change my mind.
Now this lady systematically calls me as if nothing has happened, sends gifts to her grandson, and is always asking to visit us. But I don’t want to have a woman in my house who called my son a fooI and me a woman of easy virtue!
