I am a vegetarian. For dinner, my mother-in-law once made me a chicken kabob, because "we know you like your vegetables." To give her credit, there were pieces of peppers and onions between the chicken. Since I am not strict, I ate a baked potato, the peppers and onions, thanked them profusely and slid the chicken onto my husband's plate.

I can confidently say that I have the worst in-laws, and this is not something I say with pride. To willfully mispronouncing my name YEARS into my relationship with their son to sabotaging our wedding, the tales of woe abound. My favorite, though, is that one time on Christmas Eve when they informed my husband (and me) that he wouldn't be receiving the money his grandmother willed him. Because, you see, they had found a way to circumvent her estate and felt that they needed the money more. Oh, and then they asked us if we could take care of their pets while they were in Mexico.

First marriage my MIL loved me enough to send her kids over to "borrow" money from me on a regular basis. Of course, I'm not sure she even knew about it. Divorced FIL was a better person, but his kids didn't see that.

Second time around I was smart enough to marry an orphan.

right underneath the words "leave a comment" are the words "sign in to comment...or comment anonymously" (just leave the name/email blank) that's how it's done! i didn't notice that option before - maybe it is new...

marrying an orphan...what a concept to avoid IL conflict...hmmm

don't have ILs. my sister and brother do. do they count?

i learned a lot about G spots and female and male anatomy yesterday. thanks. i hope the links were informative. about time some of the myths around sexuality/female sexuality got debunked i'd say. the truth will set you free...

Risen Lord Jesus' Peace!
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hi cb

Evil MIL will ignore me and my family at any family function where both families are in attendance. Plus the rotten cherry on top, she ALWAYS, yes always, forgets to greet or say good bye to our son, her only grandson. At his birthday party she left without saying good bye to anyone after ignoring everyone all day. Half way down the street she slams on the brakes, drives back in reverse, parks in the middle of the road, hops out of the car, and yells, "Happy birthday!" to my son. Gets back in the car and hauls ass down the street. My son routinely asks, "Why doesn't Grandma like me," "Why does Grandma think I'm bad?" We explain that grandma is weird and he is awesome. Needless to say, we keep his exposure to her down to once a year. I would never have her around, but my husband feels guilty because she is a widow.