I left the USA to move to a different country with my husband once we were married. I have spent the last few months working hard to learn the language and adjust to life in a ne country. I always suspected that my mother-in-law and sister-in-law were up to no good because when my husband would leave, they would snicker to each other and speak quietly in their native tongue. I am starting to be able to understand a bit more and overheard this: “...I am just glad the little pig can’t understand what we say about her.” …I think I will continue to play dumb on knowing their language and see what unfolds.
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So my husband’s family takes turns buying gift for each other every year. This particular year my Sister-in-law really wanted a bread maker. My husband and I did not have the funds to with raising 4 young children, but we purchased one for her anyway. She was so pleased with us, and so happy that we had even purchased the exact one she wanted. The next Christmas, it was her turn to purchase us something. You can imagine how excited my children were Christmas morning when my sister-in-law had the nerve to re-gift the very same bread maker.
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I was traveling with my fiancé to meet his Aunt and Uncle who live on a farm. That particular week they were having problems with their plumbing and asked us to try not to flush the toilet too much and also would not allow us to take showers for the entire 3 days we were there. Mind you we are on a farm around cows and horses all day, so by the end of the first day everyone smelt of cow pies. Of course, it happened to be my time of the month and there was no way I was going to not flush that. I flushed the toilet. His aunt comes pounding on the door screaming at me for flushing the toilet. I tried to explain my reason, but she would have none of it. The argument escaladed and my fiancé and I ended up leaving. 5 Days later, my fiancé received a letter in the mail from this aunt referring to me as a high maintenance city girl that is not marriage material. We are now happily married, but I will never forget my first encounter with the in-laws!
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My 11 year old daughter spent last summer at my husband’s aunt’s house. I thought it was a good experience that she gained a bit of independence and my husband and I got a bit of much needed together time. The day before I was to drive across the state 8 hours to retrieve my child, this lady called my husband and said that he want both of us to come pick up our daughter. She refused to say why, and since the safely of the child was not in question I went the trip alone. When I arrived the next day, I discovered that this woman was concerned about my marriage and feels we do not spend enough time with our daughter. I was so upset that this childless 52 year old recently married woman had the nerve say that. I took my daughter and left before I said something I regretted. About 10 minutes into the trip home my daughter asked if it was ok if this aunt moved in with us when she was old saying that “Auntie needs someone to take care of her”. Next summer my daughter will be going to summer camp.
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A distance relative on my husband’s side passed away suddenly, and we decided to send flowers to the family. My husband was talking to his mother and mentioned our sending flowers to the family. She had told him that there would be enough flowers there and I said that there is no such thing as too many flowers at a funeral. Her exact words were “that is stupid”. My husband and I got into a bit of a spat and in the end we did not send flowers. A few days after the funeral my sister-in-law asked me why I did not send flowers, and as gently as she could say “don’t you think that was a little rude”. So now I am made out to be the bad guy. I will keep that in mind when my mother-in-law kicks the bucket.
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My husband really enjoys my peanut butter cookies that I make so I am sure to have them on hand always. My sister-in-law came over for coffee and I serve a cake along with a small plate of peanut butter cookie. About a month later she was over again and I served two different varieties of cake I worked very hard on as well as a few peanut butter cookies on the side. When my husband was out of the room she turned to me and said “So you only know how to make peanut butter cookies, eh?” I just smiled and said “Apparently.”….Like she should talk- the last three times we went to her house for supper she served from the box just-add-water lasagna!
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