If your woman can't get along with your fucking loving mother (mother-in-law), then you will really like my story and will really encourage you. Especially if you are this woman
I’m going to tell a 15-year-long story about how intense, bright, colorful, and varied my mother’s feud was with her mother-in-law, my grandmother Anna. This drama has everything: real magic, trash, fight scenes, comical scenes, and, of course, an immense sea of mom’s sparkling name-calling, in which she had no equal.
It all started when a young mother and father moved from a small apartment to their grandmother’s house. Not a house, but a dwelling, because my grandmother, frankly speaking, lived like a big pig, raised trippers everywhere and navigated this shit perfectly. While the house was being repaired and cleaned, my mother came up with a hundred different names for my grandmother, because she was like a bone in the ass: she didn’t help, everything she did was dog shit, she took home all sorts of crap, she always cooked poorly on the stove washed cow intestines (smelly food is grandma’s great passion), and, of course, it was remarkably yummy. I especially remember the name-calling “damned Nyurka”, “old pro”, “Torshinsky brat”, “fucking brat”. Here is the “old pro” - my favorite. I still don’t understand what “pro” means, but it sounds devastating. By the way, when my mother was angry with one of the other family members, she could also call this person a “niurka,” and this was considered very offensive.
Grandmother had friends: Raika, Dusyaka, Lipunikha - they all also greatly infuriated my mother, tried to harass her, or, as they themselves put it, “to kill her without a knife.” But these three are so, shantropa. They could essentially only infuriate you by the fact that sometimes they came to grandma, got drunk together and started pestering mom about what a bad housewife she was, how skinny she was, she couldn’t knit, she didn’t know how to make kvass on bread, she ran into someone else’s house with a child, and so on. Further.
But there was another friend, she was really fucked up. Grandma Pasha. By the way, she’s still alive. A very sinister, creepy grandmother. In short, she conjured. I wrote spells on pieces of paper, gave mine to my grandmother, and my grandmother slipped mine to my mother. But this all continued until my mother’s first discovery of such a witchcraft note. Mom found, burned the note and beat my grandmother. I remember there was a terrible scandal about this. We all freaked out then - the situation was absolutely mystical.
Don’t worry at all that her mother fucked her, because her grandmother behaved so ugreskily and brought it up so professionally that even a dead man would beat her up. For example, she constantly made faces: she would stand in front of you (at a safe distance) and make faces. At first it's funny, then you want to kill. Or she also loved the tactic of finishing off - repeating every word after you. Well, children still play like that sometimes. If you continue this game for more than 15 minutes, a person’s brain begins to boil. For this crap, my mother once threw large seed cucumbers at my grandmother, shouting “how did you fuck me, you old pro.” And once again - with cats. We always had a lot of cats, cats and kittens, they were always nearby, spinning under our feet. Well, one day my mother was peeling potatoes, and my grandmother was sitting in the same room, getting on her nerves. After some time, my mother started throwing cats at my grandmother: she had done something crazy again, apparently.
Again, don’t worry about grandma, what got in her way, she herself actually did a hundred times more damage. She simply knew how to do harm secretly, provoked scandals, played dirty tricks, messed up the territory of the house and yard, constantly set food to cook, got drunk, fell asleep, and so all our pots were burning, the walls were dirty, the stove too.
By the way, my grandmother didn’t give a damn about me. Perhaps only in very, very early childhood - the first year of my life I helped, brought gifts, did not drink so much. But in my conscious years I only remembered 10 rubles. for a birthday and 5 rubles on election day. Just before her death she gave me 100 rubles a couple of times. because I drove flies away from her. She died in the fall, from cirrhosis of the liver, of course, autumn flies you know how disgusting they are - and you don’t mind paying a hundred dollars just to drive them away.
Grandma’s other favorite thing was to give all of us and our animals our own names. If only they weren’t what we call each other. For example, my mother’s mother (Alexandra) was not Lesaya, I was her Lena, her goat Swan was Scribe, all our cats also always had two names.
In short, in 15 years, everything happened and nothing happened. In her old age, my grandmother, of course, became more humble. She was no longer making faces in front of you, but, for example, from behind the glass in the kitchen door: we were eating, and she was standing there making faces.
You probably want to ask where dad is in this picture. And he is here too. It’s just that his grandmother fucked him up so much during the entire time he lived with her alone that he tried, in principle, not to associate with her and the strikes were mainly when he was making moonshine, and on the night of the race she drank half of it, and so as not to burn, she added water . Dad never made a normal moonshine, no matter how he guarded this device of his, no matter how he made marks with his fingernail - it still came out somewhere around twenty degrees.
By the way, I still don’t understand why they lived with her, why didn’t they move somewhere, separate? This also has a huge impact on relationships. I don't know why this is so. Probably there was neither time nor money for this. After all, a big house is ready, two children, land. Where will you go to a new place?
But my mom is definitely a fighter. You can’t even say enough about how much she suffered from her grandmother. It’s good that she gave change, otherwise they would have completely shut her down. It’s clear that how could my mother beat her - so, not seriously, especially since the grandmother also gave change. But the very fact of struggle and confrontation left me with very vivid memories.
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Two-faced mother-in-law!
I couldn’t resist and decided to write about my miracle mother-in-law! Moderators, sorry, I can’t remove the attack, please help.
In general, my husband and I have been living for 4 years, our child is 7 months old. My mother-in-law lives in a neighboring area, but she rarely comes, usually we visit her, because... Her Majesty does not want to travel herself. Either bring her and take her, or visit her yourself. But that's not the point. We communicate well, very well. Of course, there were situations when she was wrong in relation to her husband, but I remained silent. This is their relationship, let them sort it out. When we meet, we kiss and share secrets (within reasonable limits, of course). In general, live and not bother... But recently I was urgently admitted to the hospital for surgery and spent a week there. The mother-in-law was sitting with the little one, because she was on vacation at that time. When I arrived home from the hospital and took off my daughter’s diapers, I saw MEAT there! My pussy was completely blistered. I didn’t say a word to her, because... I understand that she didn’t do it out of malice. By the way, we’ve been undergoing treatment for two weeks now. So after this incident, she began to constantly call me and my husband and apologize. It got to the point of idiocy, she brought a box of creams and said that even though I blame her! (although I didn’t say a word to her) she brought us creams... and expensive ones. And offended, who knows why, she left. A week has passed and she does not call or write. And she arrived yesterday. I brought dough to fry pies. It was 7 pm, my husband had already drunk beer, i.e. I couldn't take her. She started making pies, I said, let’s make them and I’ll fry them later, otherwise it’s dark outside, you should take a minibus. She refused, she said no, no, I did it myself. Well, just like that. I looked at the clock at half past nine, she had finished cooking and was getting dressed, I said, well, let’s take us to the stop, she agreed. We went out into the street, and in the middle of the road there was a huge puddle, I said we’ll go around, she clicked and as she started towards the stop through the puddles, my husband and I called her, she paid zero attention. That's all. I was left standing in shock. My husband yells at me that it took me a long time to get ready, so she got offended. In short, such absurdity simply does not fit in my head. My husband and I have not spoken since the evening. Moreover, my mother came today and told me that when I was in the hospital, my mother-in-law blew her mind at what a bitch I was, that I was tired of keeping secrets with her, she has her own life, I have mine, and in general I’m a bad mother. I oh..eat. Firstly, because my mother-in-law herself shared secrets with me, she even talked about her intimate life!!! and secondly, my mother didn’t say a word to her! In general, I learned so much about myself that I caused a quarrel between them and my family, although they lived like cats and dogs before me, I just got tired of listening to swearing and we moved into an apartment. But I never took part in their squabbles. In general, I don’t understand what’s going on at all. It upset me to the point of tears, I trusted her, sometimes asked for advice. She reconciled them with her husband. By the way, my mother asked me not to tell anyone, because... her mother-in-law told her this in confidence. I couldn’t stand it, I called my husband to tell him, and he yelled that it was impossible and that I was slandering his mother. In short, I sit and understand that I don’t understand anything.. Should I deal with my mother-in-law or leave everything as it is?! How can I open my husband's eyes to this?
Adviser
Better than any specialist, the mother-in-law-adviser knows what will be best for the daughter-in-law, her son, their children, insects in the dacha and neighbors who moved to America a long time ago and send postcards on holidays. She understands absolutely everything: from treating people to constructing buildings.
You can nod your head and not listen, but only children with such a grandmother will most likely try urine as an alternative treatment method, because the “killer doctors” know nothing, and at home you will probably find a note with prayers stuffed into the wall, which, according to your mother-in-law, is needed for your own well-being.
Instigator
This woman considers the choice of her son extremely unfortunate. In her opinion, anyone else would suit her as a daughter-in-law and her boy as a wife much better.
It happens that an instigating mother-in-law expresses her dissatisfaction openly, but more often than not, purely by chance, a page from a newspaper with acquaintances ends up on the table next to her husband’s laptop during a visit, and a scantily clad young neighbor comes for sugar. It’s scary to even imagine how such a woman treats her son when his wife is not around.
Mother-in-law is active
She smiles so hard that her cheekbones tighten (not hers, but yours), constantly waves her arms and doesn’t shut up for a second. She has the keys to your apartment. More precisely, the apartment in which you live is her property, but she kindly put the square meters at your disposal by moving into a suburban one-room apartment left to her by her last husband. For this you are grateful to death and happy to death. Don't worry! You will have the opportunity to express your gratitude to her in person on a daily basis.
While you are at work, she will look through your photo albums, review the contents of your closets and boxes and, beaming with joy, ask: “What are those stains on your bed linen?!” - to immediately forget about it. While smoke is coming out of your ears, she, all good-natured, will ask: “Lena, will I put on your coat!?” - and, without waiting for an answer, he will put it on and jump out the door like a joyful bird to return at the most unexpected moment. That is, at the moment when you decide to try the doggy style position on the kitchen table. "Oh! - she waves her hands. - Continue! I forgot my umbrella!” And he will add: “And by the way, my grandfather bought this table!”
Are you offended? In vain. She had already forgotten about you and ran to call her friend. From your phone. Well, that is, from my own. After all, the phone is not in the kitchen, but in the room, so go ahead, don’t be shy - this is your apartment! She will just rearrange the flowers a little, rehang the paintings and throw the conceptual stool of the author’s work into the trash. And, one more thing - you had a bag in your closet with old rags (the latest vintage collection, what can you say!), so she took them to the shelter - all for the benefit of people.
Competitor
With her daughter-in-law, the competitive mother-in-law behaves coldly and distantly, and when her son is nearby, she uses all her charms and demonstrates her superiority. Typically, this behavior is characteristic of women who raised their son on their own. They are used to seeing him as a support and do not want to share him with anyone. You definitely need to please her, otherwise you can forget about a quiet life. But this is extremely difficult to do, because the competitive mother-in-law considers almost any woman unworthy of her beautiful child.
Patroness
The patron-mother-in-law believes that the comfortable life of the young people is solely her merit, even if she did not provide any financial support, except for a gift in the form of an envelope with money for the wedding, which took place 20 years ago. Well, if we exclude the financial side, then a comfortable sofa or a beautiful kitchen set is also her merit, because she once told her son that it was time for them to change their upholstered furniture, and told her daughter-in-law that kitchens, it turns out, are made to order.
Victim
The victim mother-in-law sees the catch in absolutely everything. If in her presence you looked at your watch, it means you want her to leave as soon as possible, and in general you are hinting that it’s time for her to go to the next world. She will make such conclusions openly, and not only to her son and his wife; the “victim” will notify all relatives, even the most distant ones.
His Majesty mother in law
Is mother-in-law a diagnosis or a position? Or maybe a character type?
Neither one nor the other and not the third! The mother-in-law is an ordinary woman, the mother of a grown-up boy who has started his own family.
What should a mother-in-law be like? First of all, a woman! A woman with her own character and her own views on life. She does not have to be a saint and understand everything, first of all, she is a person and has the right to be herself, as she really is: her majesty, queen, girl, vampire woman... this is her right.
If the son does not live with his parents and has not just moved to another place, but has separated psychologically, then the character of the mother-in-law plays a small role. She's in a different territory! It’s more difficult when they live together and the son is dependent on his parents, as people call it “mama’s boy.”
How can a daughter-in-law communicate with her mother-in-law? React correctly! Communicating like with any other person: the mother-in-law exudes warmth, shows unobtrusive care - wonderful; carries negativity - reduce communication.
Queen Mother
When meeting someone, you don’t have to remember her name: she will insist on being called “mom” and nothing else. The Queen Mother simply will not respond to another appeal. She will love her daughter-in-law like her daughter. But if you lose your vigilance and complain to the “second mother” about your spouse, then she will not be able to forget it.
Such a mother-in-law loves her grandchildren to the point of clouding her mind and strives to spend every free minute with them. And he often criticizes his parents in front of them, undermining their authority.
