I give my oh so dear MIL credit for not treating me that way although I
swear the woman doesn't like me. She told me one day that what she said to
her son was none of my business and how I felt about her
swearing--repeatedly--at us on our wedding day was my problem....sighs.

Isabel

"Deb Milner" wrote in message
...
On 15 Jan 2004 16:15:00 GMT, (BDS2pds) wrote:

I don't want you all to think I am ungrateful.... She did not present it
as
valuable. She handed others pearls, paintings, significant things at the
meeting. I realize now that I was feeling slighted once again by her and
feeling much stronger about it now. I did not marry her--I married her
son and
he does not treat me badly. It was embarassing.


My former MIL was that way to me, I (and most of the family) could
tell that she didn't really like me.

One glaring example was the year that she held the joint birthday
party for my SIL and Nephew (both with birthdays on the 21st of
December), with a beautiful cake wishing them both a Happy Birthday,
and lovely gifts. Since the 21st was on Wednesday that year, she had
the party on Sunday, the 18th, which actually IS my birthday.

When my former DH mentioned it to her, and that perhaps my name should
have been on the cake, her response to him was "Why?".

I would get the K-Mart flannel nightgown for Christmas, while here
other DIL and SIL would get beautiful gifts.

I finally got used to it, but it still always hurt some.

What is truly ironic is that a few years ago, she had a stroke.
Fortunately, she did not wind up with any paralysis, unfortunately,
she has severe memory and cognitive problems.

While in the hospital, one of her nurses apparently resembled me to a
certain extent. She was absolutely tickled and waxed enthusiastic to
my ex and his siblings about how wonderful it was that I had come to
take care of her while she was ill. No amount of clarification could
convince her that the nurse was not me.

When I was up to visit that summer, she thanked me for being there for
her, and told me how very happy she was to see me. After all, I had
always been her favorite.

For years, she did NOT like me at all. She made it very clear. She
would say the most horrible things about me to others.

NOW, I am and have always been her favorite DIL, and she is always
happy to see me.


--
Deb

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