Mum, your son is a grown man!
Thats exactly what I said to my mother-in-law, as she once again asked her son what sort of underpants he had on. By the way, hes just turned thirty last week. She feels the need to oversee his every move and considers me a nobody.
I never cease to be amazed by her ability to micromanage her sons life, but I am well and truly fed up. It has reached the point where my husband will consider quitting his job if his mum doesnt approve of where he works. When hes job-hunting, she gives him money. Shes quite well-off, of course, but I dont want to live with a healthy, able husband at someone elses expense.
One day, we were getting ready for a wedding. My husband bought himself a new suit at a sensible price. My mother-in-law was furious when she saw itit wasnt designer. She handed him some cash and sent him off to get a proper one.
Recently, she gave us a flat, though its in her name. I dont mind that so much, but shes decorating it entirely to her tastes. How am I supposed to feel at home when Im not even allowed to pick a toilet seat?
On one hand, we ought to be grateful. On the other, its as if she is constantly showing us shes superior. She does everything for her son. And he doesnt seem to mind one bithe wont utter a word of protest.
A few weeks back, my mother came to visit. She lives in the countryside and planned to stay over with us. When my husband saw her, he said:
Lets give Mum a cup of tea, then put her in a taxi to Aunties.
Turns out, my mother-in-law had told him to keep my mum away from me, claiming she might be a bad influence.
My mum has relatives in the city, but shed come to see me and should have stayed with us.
And do you know what I did? I packed my bags and left with my mum. I dont regret it for a second; for once, I stood up for myself.
Never get involved with a mummys boyit only leads to misery!
