I couldn’t get in touch with my husband’s mother from the very beginning. And since we lived in my apartment, I forbade my mother-in-law to come to my house. I didn’t go to see her either, I didn’t want any unnecessary stress.
Before I forbade her from coming to my house, she was shamelessly inspecting our whole place and trying to establish her own rules. I, according to her, and can not cook, and do not clean at all, and lazy from head to toe. And my husband, I probably do not know how to satisfy!
For a while I tried to ignore my mother-in-law’s quirks. I tried to have a nice talk with her, to explain it to her in a human way. She seemed to agree, nodded, and then with renewed vigor started to roll over me.
My nerves failed when my mother-in-law said that next to the portrait of my dead father and mother there should be her portrait too. I was taken aback by such a suggestion. I couldn’t stand it and told her:
– I don’t want you to set foot in this house again! Go away.
From that day on I was a little calmer and more relaxed. Now I didn’t have to flinch when the doorbell rang. I could live peacefully and not worry that now will come inadequate mother-in-law, and begin to ruin the nerves. She never came again, and that suited me just fine. And yesterday I came home from work earlier than usual.
My husband and I are celebrating our first anniversary together. I decided that it needed to be celebrated, and I wanted to arrange a surprise: I prepared a gift in advance, bought all sorts of goodies and champagne. When I tried to open the door of our apartment, I failed. I looked and there was a key in the door on the other side.
“Oh crap, now the surprise isn’t going to work. He got here before me. Maybe he’s preparing something for us, too.” But I didn’t know what was ahead of me.
My husband let me into the apartment, and his face looked kind of scared.
Well, I decided not to focus on that little detail. I started setting the table in our bedroom. We even lit candles for romance. When we started cuddling and kissing after dinner, my husband’s mother suddenly came out of the closet…
She began to slowly make her way to the door in a strange way. I did not immediately realize what was going on. She threw on a robe (because we had already begun to undress before) and shouted:
– Hold it right there! What was that all about? How did you find yourself in our closet!
– I just came to check on my son. I had to know how he, poor thing, lives. I saw, as usual, a horrible pigsty. What else should I expect from you, you filthy little brat? Son, I gotta go. I’ll call you at .
– Why sit in the closet and spy on us?! Couldn’t you let me know you were here? Get out of here, and don’t you ever come in here again!
Then I turned to my husband and said:
– What’s wrong with your head? You knew she was in the room with us! Why didn’t you tell me?
– She wouldn’t have noticed what we were doing in there. And then you would have gone out to take a shower, and I would have let her out of the apartment in no time. I just didn’t want you to know Mom was coming over. Especially since it’s our party today. What else was I supposed to do?
Do you think this is normal? I think it’s way out of line. I freaked out and sent him out after his mother. Tell me what you think of this situation.
