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Shall we have a discusion about inlaws.
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My first mother-in-law was a dragon, must say though in later life she did apologise for not realising what was happening. My second MIL was a truly lovely woman. She defended her family through thick and thin. Even her extended family which I was. She died 16 years ago I still think about her often. I hope you are resting in peace Grace.
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My first mother-in-law Florence was quite something. She used to drink a bottle of whisky a day and when I first met her - she drank two! I watched her open the first bottle at 6pm and I thought "Wow, a whisky drinker!" By 8pm she'd finished the bottle! Then she cracked open a second and by 10pm she'd finished that! Despite being in her 70s she was still walking and talking, although she was rambling by them. However, she still went in the kitchen and made sandwiches! I thought she'd die in the night but next morning she seemed none the worse for wear! (as miserable as ever!)
Eventually my first wife refused to answer the phone in case it was her mother. She drank whisky every night and then she'd ring us and never stop rambling. It was always me who answered the phone and made excuses as to where my wife was while she sat listening. I then had to listen to the rambling before finally getting rid. It eventually reached the point where I'd spent several months making different excuses to Florence for why she couldn't speak to my wife. She was asking me "What have you done with my daughter" but still my wife would wave the phone away and not speak to her mother.
One evening I made yet another excuse and eventually succeeded in putting the phone down. About an hour later, there were blue flashing lights outside and I opened the door - to see police vans and cars with about ten police officers rushing at me! They said they'd been told by my mother-in-law that I'd killed my wife and buried her in the garden so they'd come to dig it up! My wife then appeared and once we'd proved who she was they apologised and left. I then told my wife to ring her mother! I thought Florence might apologise the next time I saw her. Not a bit of it! She never even mentioned the matter!
Florence has been dead a few years now but I'll never forget her!
Eventually my first wife refused to answer the phone in case it was her mother. She drank whisky every night and then she'd ring us and never stop rambling. It was always me who answered the phone and made excuses as to where my wife was while she sat listening. I then had to listen to the rambling before finally getting rid. It eventually reached the point where I'd spent several months making different excuses to Florence for why she couldn't speak to my wife. She was asking me "What have you done with my daughter" but still my wife would wave the phone away and not speak to her mother.
One evening I made yet another excuse and eventually succeeded in putting the phone down. About an hour later, there were blue flashing lights outside and I opened the door - to see police vans and cars with about ten police officers rushing at me! They said they'd been told by my mother-in-law that I'd killed my wife and buried her in the garden so they'd come to dig it up! My wife then appeared and once we'd proved who she was they apologised and left. I then told my wife to ring her mother! I thought Florence might apologise the next time I saw her. Not a bit of it! She never even mentioned the matter!
Florence has been dead a few years now but I'll never forget her!
ex (fortunately) in-laws. neither worked from the day I met them (I was 15, so they were only in their early 40s). he was/is an alcoholic. she was the size of a house, and I understand she is now the size of two large houses. she acted like the wonderful mother with the wonderful family but they were crap, and they treated me like crap when my ex and I separated.
good riddance, say I!
good riddance, say I!
Drink has a lot to answer for Sara.
Florence also expected everyone to run around after her and act as a free taxi service. If I picked her up to go to the shops, GP, or hospital she wouldn't say a word in the car. I would try to make a conversation - she just never replied! The only time Florence did say something was when she failed to notice my dog in the back seat - and Florence didn't like dogs. As soon as Florence was in the car, the dog excitedly leapt into her lap and started licking her face!
Once we'd arrived wherever, Florence would get out, slam the door - and just walk off! Of course, I'd be expected to wait and take her home again. We'd drive home without her saying a word, then she'd get out, slam the door again - and just go inside without a by your leave! No "Thank you" or "Would you like a cup of tea?" Just a front door slammed in my face!
It wasn't just me Florence was like that with. It's just that I was doing my wife a favour and no one else would take Florence for the very same reasons.
Florence also expected everyone to run around after her and act as a free taxi service. If I picked her up to go to the shops, GP, or hospital she wouldn't say a word in the car. I would try to make a conversation - she just never replied! The only time Florence did say something was when she failed to notice my dog in the back seat - and Florence didn't like dogs. As soon as Florence was in the car, the dog excitedly leapt into her lap and started licking her face!
Once we'd arrived wherever, Florence would get out, slam the door - and just walk off! Of course, I'd be expected to wait and take her home again. We'd drive home without her saying a word, then she'd get out, slam the door again - and just go inside without a by your leave! No "Thank you" or "Would you like a cup of tea?" Just a front door slammed in my face!
It wasn't just me Florence was like that with. It's just that I was doing my wife a favour and no one else would take Florence for the very same reasons.
My first MIL was actually quite nice - although a little narrow minded. She told me I would be best off sticking to what I was good at (I was a 19 y/o secretary at the time with dreams of law school); she used to sit on the loo at the top of the stairs with the door open and when she came to mine she would curl her lip as she ran her finger along the mantelpiece. Other than that I could get on with her. I warmed to her when she was taken ill with her last illness and actually became less of a dragon and more of a human.
My second MIL is already dead.
My second MIL is already dead.
My MIL was wonderful...funny intelligent and brave she fought cancer for 6 years when the doctors had only given her 6 months...she thought the best bit about it was losing weight so she could get fashionable clothes.
One special memory...She had gynae cancer...and could no longer have conventional sex and wanted to be able to keep FIL happy ...the sort of relationship we had meant I could tell her how to do BJs without getting embarrassed..God only knows what my ex would have thought...he thought we were exchanging recipes
One special memory...She had gynae cancer...and could no longer have conventional sex and wanted to be able to keep FIL happy ...the sort of relationship we had meant I could tell her how to do BJs without getting embarrassed..God only knows what my ex would have thought...he thought we were exchanging recipes
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