Do you have a mother-in-law or a monster-in-law? Well, unfortunately, these people have a monster-in-law and are calling them out on their obnoxious behavior. Content has been edited for clarity.
Bridesmaid vs MIL
“A good friend of mine from university got married. They had been a couple since Junior year of college, making it a total of 6 years. She had been to all manner of family functions and always came back with a strange story about how she thought her MIL secretly hated her. But she, being a very quiet and sweet person, pushed those thoughts aside.
Point 1: She was vegetarian, while her husband was not. She was invited and went to Christmas dinner at his family’s home, figuring she would just eat the sides. She also brought a vegetarian casserole. However, despite knowing her for THREE years and being told by her husband a few weeks before not to forget that she doesn’t eat meat, the MIL proceeded to put meat in every dish. My friend drank water and ate her casserole the whole night while the MIL cried to everyone, calling my friend rude for not eating her cooking.
Anyway, back to the story. A few friends and I were asked to be in the wedding. My friend said it would be nice to be married under a Hoopa (think an arbor but with 4 poles and covered with a white cloth and lots of flowers). Her husband said he couldn’t care less and told her to go and rent one for the wedding.
I was at the bridal shower when the MIL found out that the ‘pretty canopy’ was actually a Hoopa. She almost lost her temper in front of a bunch of people because that wasn’t something she agreed upon since her family isn’t from the same faith.
After threatening to pull money (which is funny because she contributed nothing), the MIL lost. The boot was firmly placed, and nothing was moving it.
Things got stupidly quiet. My friend texted me the night before the wedding that she had a bad feeling. I told her it was probably just nerves because she was getting married, and this was a big deal! Oh, how wrong I was.
The next day, we all showed up and got ready for the wedding. The bride then made a comment saying she hadn’t seen the MIL all day and that she skipped her hair and makeup appointment. We all side-eyed each other, took a few sips of wine, and hoped the eerie feeling would go away.
30 minutes later, as we were helping the bride into her dress, guess who showed up?
The MIL came up the stairs, wearing a white dress. The dress was clearly a wedding dress; it was even from David’s Bridal (which she would later shout at me). It was a floor-length satin dress with a sweetheart beaded top, a bit of a train, and off-white lace on the bottom. The dress had even been tailored to her. This had been a long con she had orchestrated.
The bride burst into tears, and aunts and friends ushered the MIL out. We did our best to console the bride, and I made her a promise that the dress would never be seen in a photo. She looked me dead in the eye and nodded. The game was on.
The venue only supplied white wine and champagne for the wedding party. However, I grabbed my purse, ran down into the reception area, managed to flag an attendant by the bar, and bribed him with a cool $20 to give me a bottle of red wine early. I cracked the bottle open, filled a solo cup to the brim, and stalked outside after taking a few swigs from the bottle for courage.
With one last hard stare at my friend, I got her nod of approval. I pulled out my phone, held it in front of my face as if I was reading a text, and walked straight into the MIL. I poured the entire cup of red wine down the front of her dress, jumped back, and gasped.
The look on her face was murderous. She screamed, yelled, threatened, and promised she would sue me. People had to hold her back because she wanted to fight me. Eventually, she switched from screaming to sobbing, sank to the ground, and threw a tantrum on the floor. Everyone moved back and just let her go at it, walking away to take photos. It was surreal as if everyone had hit their limit and noped out from around her. The 12-year-old flower girl whipped out her phone and snapped a few photos, much to our amusement.
After her hissy fit, the MIL went home, changed into a nice dark green dress (which was too small and low-cut), and missed all of the photos because of it. The wedding was beautiful. I got death glares from everyone she had told that I attacked her with wine, but I didn’t care as I drank and danced with friends.
The bride thanked me in secret and, 3 months later, took me to the spa for a day of pampering. It was a win/win situation.”
Where Has She Been For 25 Years?!
“I’m a single father. I have raised my son alone because when he was just a few days old, his mother suddenly decided she doesn’t want a child anymore. She claimed she was not ready to have a child and refused to even feed him or hold him. I wanted to give her some time, I thought that maybe it was just postpartum depression or something, I was ready to be there for her but she was serious. She packed her stuff and left the hospital, her last words were that she wants to see neither me nor our son ever again. I have never seen her since. I don’t have any proof and I can’t tell anything for sure but I feel like my MIL somehow secretly persuaded her to take this step for whatever reason.
So I was left alone with an infant in my hands. It definitely wasn’t easy. I was just 21 years old, I had to leave college and work very hard to give my son everything he needed. When he grew up a little, it became easier. I could send him to a kindergarten and work without asking people to care for him while I was not there. During all this time I hoped to hear from his mother, I hoped that she’ll eventually come around and realize you can’t just leave your child like a worthless piece of trash. But, even though I had left her my contacts and she could call me or write me a letter or something, she didn’t. I never heard from her. She never once used her rights to visit him.
When he was little, he often asked me why did his mother leave him, and why didn’t she want him. And I didn’t know what to answer because I always tried not to speak badly of his mother in front of him.
Now my son is 25 years old, he’s a hardworking, educated young man and I’m so proud of him and I’m proud of myself that I was able to raise him to be a good person. We stopped talking about his mother a long time ago, it was his initiative, he was like – well, if she doesn’t want to be with us, then it’s her loss and there’s nothing we can do about it.
So recently my MIL appeared on our doorstep. Without a call, without any kind of notification, she was just there and she had come to visit her grandson. I couldn’t believe my ears and at first, I almost didn’t recognize her, because so many years passed after all. And she was behaving as if she was a caring grandmother who had come to see her grandchild like she does all the time. Not like she was gone for 25 years.
When my son saw her, he didn’t recognize her either. She ran up to him and hugged him just like a loving grandmother would, asking how he was doing and how big and beautiful he has become. He pushed her away and looked kind of confused. When I told him that it was his grandmother, he walked away from her.
MIL didn’t take this reaction very well.
She looked at me and said, ‘What have you taught him if he doesn’t even say hello to his grandmother? He’s looking at me as if I’m a stranger! Haven’t you told him about his mother and me or shown him our pictures?’
I thought, ‘Well, technically you are a stranger. He had never seen you in person, so why are you so surprised? You show up out of thin air after 25 years when he’s all grown up and expect him to treat you with love. Isn’t it kind of delusional?’
My son said, ‘Dad, did show me your picture, but I needed no picture, I needed you to be there for me.’
He was quite hateful with her, throwing question after question at her. One was asking where his mother was.
MIL said, ‘Oh, she’s doing very well, she’s living with a great man and she has two nice kids. She has gotten over that misunderstanding about your birth.’
She was acting as if her daughter was the victim here. As if we were the ones who left her.
He asked her why did his mother abandon him, MIL said ‘Well, she was such a young girl, it would be craziness for her to have a child at that age! She had her whole life ahead of her and a baby would only be an obstacle. You must understand it, she didn’t want to lose her freedom!’
Honestly, her daughter was older than me when our son was born, she was 24. Actually, age has nothing to do with it. I could have given up my son too, I was very young as well. But I didn’t because I loved him and I wanted to be his father. At this point I wanted to show MIL the door, obviously, she wasn’t welcome in our house, but my son stopped me, he had one more question. He asked why MIL didn’t want to be his grandmother. His mother left him – fine, but why did MIL leave him too?
MIL said, ‘Well, I had no time to take care of you. I was a young woman too, I had my life too. And grandkids are only obligated to take care of grandparents when they’re old and that’s why I’m here.’
Then my son told her to leave and never come back, he said he doesn’t want to see her ever again and he won’t help her with anything.
And as she was leaving, she attacked me like, ‘That’s what I thought, a man alone cannot raise a proper human being! Such a rude and impolite boy, he would have turned out better in an orphanage than with you!’
So according to MIL, the conclusion is – don’t have children while you’re young or if you do, feel free to leave them and then come back a few decades later and they’ll love you even though they have never received any kind of care from you.
But seriously, what the hell was she expecting?”
“During My Whole Career As A Cop, I Never Had An Arrest Like This”
“Yesterday, I came in for my shift at the police station. As my partner and I walked to our patrol car, I saw my MIL.
She came up to me, not close enough for a conversation but close enough so that I could hear her. She started to say something about my boyfriend and the money she needs. I saw her but I totally ignored her. I just walked past her without saying a word and went straight to the patrol car to start my shift.
And the fact that I ignored her, annoyed her pretty badly, I guess. She stepped back a bit, waited till we got into the car, and just before we turned on the engine and started to drive, she grabbed a rock from a nearby flower bed and threw it onto the windshield of our car.
The windows of our patrol cars are quite durable, fortunately. It cracked but didn’t shatter and I didn’t end up with a face full of glass. I wasn’t driving, my partner was driving and it was obvious that she aimed her throw right at the passenger seat where I was at.
Then she probably realized that doing that to a police car in front of two police officers in front of a police station wasn’t the smartest thing to do and she turned around and took off running. I got out and ran after her, this pursuit wasn’t very long, she only made it till the park that’s not far from the police station when I caught her. And that’s when she started to make the biggest scene I had ever seen.
MIL had no intention of calmly letting me put handcuffs on her. Instead, she dropped to the ground and started to yell for help. Mind you, it was an early morning but there were already quite a lot of people in the park.
She was yelling at the top of her lungs, ‘People, good people, help me! I’m being abused! Call the police, this one is not a real police officer! He’s trying to kidnap me!’
She was yelling for help so loudly that everyone in that park stopped whatever they were doing and looked at us. You might think that I’m a man and she’s a woman, so I should be able to hold her down but really it’s not that simple. She was hitting and scratching and biting, she was spitting at me. Also, during the struggle, she kicked me several times, quite hard and painful. Honestly, at this point, I had all the right to tase her. I didn’t.
My partner came with a car, he helped me and together we managed to handcuff her. The next problem was getting her into the patrol car. Our patrol cars are like vans, the back door opens and there’s like a cage with a bench where you can put the person in. And MIL wasn’t going to get in there without a fight. Even with her hands cuffed, she was kicking the door, spread her legs very wide so that we couldn’t get her in and when we got her in, she was putting her feet in the doorway so we couldn’t close the door. While she was doing all this, she never stopped to yell that we were breaking her bones, that we have no right to treat her like this, that this is against the law and still asking the people to call the real police.
During my whole career as a cop, I had never had an arrest like this.
We took her to the police station and if we had trouble getting her in the car, now she didn’t want to get out. She held on to the bars and we literary had to grab and pull her out. Once inside, MIL immediately demanded to see the captain. She wasn’t listening when we tried to explain that the captain isn’t going to do anything for her and shouldn’t be bothered with this. She insisted that she has the right to see someone superior and technically she was right. So we went to get a captain for her who recognized her the last time and wasn’t too happy to see her.
MIL said that she wants to complain about ‘this officer ‘ while pointing at me. She said that I abused my power, used way too much strength on her, and didn’t even care that she’s a fragile woman, that I twisted her hands and brutally pushed her into the car.
The captain asked to see my body camera, this is one of the reasons why we use body cameras all the time. If the suspect says one thing and the officer says something different, then you can watch the recording and see what actually happened.
So, the captain played the recording and he asked MIL, ‘What’s this, ma’am?’ as she was clearly ignoring my orders on camera.
MIL was like, ‘This is me fighting for my life! It’s a survival instinct. I thought he would take a weapon and shoot me right in the head!’
The captain said, ‘No, ma’am, this is you resisting arrest. If an officer is giving you a lawful order, you’re supposed to listen, and if you don’t listen, the officer has the right to use a certain amount of force to detain you.’
MIL said, ‘I take no orders from men like him,’ while glaring at me.
She was charged with vandalism, fleeing from the police, resisting arrest, and assaulting an officer. And just as she was going to be taken to jail, MIL suddenly started to complain that she was not feeling well.
She said her heart hurt, she was dizzy, and her blood pressure is too high, and she wanted an ambulance. Everyone realized that she was faking but just to be sure that we were not mistaken and that she doesn’t die when arriving at the jail, we called an ambulance.
The medics came and examined her. Just like we thought, she was fine. Her heart rate was normal, her blood pressure was normal, and she had no need to be hospitalized.
I was just thinking – what do you think would have happened, MIL? The charges don’t disappear just because the person is taken to hospital. She probably didn’t know that even if she was hospitalized, an officer would have gone there with her and stayed with her all the time. And as soon as she was ok again, she would be transported to jail anyway. She wouldn’t sneak away if that’s what she was thinking of doing.
The ambulance left and even though our captain is a very calm and composed man, at this point he seemed very irritated, he was like, ‘Ma’am, is the circus over or are you going to give us more nonsense?’
MIL then asked him if he was going to punish me and he answered that no, he’s not going to punish an officer simply because I was doing my job.
She insisted on having a phone call so that she could call her son and he could pay her bail.
I’m not sure why she thinks my boyfriend is going to bail her out this time when he didn’t do it last time. I called him first and I told him that his mother is arrested, and he seemed quite delighted as he was so tired of her. The captain offered my boyfriend to come to the station and see the recording if he wants but we really don’t want to show ourselves as a couple more than absolutely necessary.
MIL did call my boyfriend and he refused to bail her out, so she’ll have to stay in the cell till her trial. Since she already has a record, I’ll be surprised if she’s not given jail time this time.”
“Sick Device”
“My MIL is an idiot who likes to talk behind people’s backs and think she can buy the love of my children with toys that get donated as soon as she leaves. She came to our house, unannounced as usual, and just let herself in, as usual, to drop off some more toys that she had recently bought at Walmart because we all know they didn’t get enough for Christmas only days ago.
So I was making myself scarce tinkering around in my shed and apparently, she looked in the cabinet under my aquarium and saw this (image above) and automatically assumed that it was some kind of enlarger for the ‘you know what area.’
She proceeded to go tell my wife that she thinks I have a weird side of me that I am hiding and she thinks my wife should have a talk with me. My wife said that her mom was totally serious, a little mad even, and my wife asked her to explain so MIL goes get my ‘pump’ from the cabinet and shows it to her.
My wife said she nearly peed her pants but she held her composure and quickly walked outside and yelled for me to come in.
When I got in she said, ‘My mom has a question for you.’
MIL asked what I needed that ‘sick device’ for.
I calmly explained what it was and that she should really worry about her own life. She noticed that my wife was about to die inside from containing her laughter and she stormed out of the house. It was great. I can’t stand her.”
