Wow, scary! In-law relationships can be nightmares! You’ve captured that perfectly. (Sorry you’ve had to go through this!) (You forgot the eye of newt and cauldron bubble).

Luckily, my husband’s step mother is a very nice woman. I never knew his mother. She passed away when he was 5 years old.

I’ve been blessed with a lovely mother-in-law. I’m so sorry you have not! I know it can be hell. Keep writing about her so you don’t kill her. : )

I loved this poem. Your mother in law needs a good talking to. If you stand up to her she may back down. Good luck.

Christine

I certainly know what you mean about mean mother-in-laws, although it wasn\’t me personally. It was my Grandmother, whom I loved dearly, that treated my Mother so badly. My Grandmother had six sons, & I truly believe my Dad was her favourite. Mom could never do anything good enough to please her; she shed many a tear, as did I. Grandma lived in her own house across the lane on our farm. We literally had three parents!! God bless my Dad; he was an amazing father & I loved him dearly, as I did my Mom & Grandma. But, my Dad just would/could not tell his Mother to not interfere in our lives. She was literally the \”matriarch\” of her family!! Only two of her daughter-in-laws were ever able to get through to her not to interfere in their lives, & \”they\” earned her respect!! She also believed that men always came first for whatever reason!! Consequently, my four younger brothers were raised to believe they were some kind of \”gods\”. She really did a lot of damage, both to my Mother & my brothers. Because I was her favourite son\’s daughter, I was treated much better than say, even my female cousins!! I was also \”Daddy\’s little girl\”, as well as being very close to my Mother. In fact, I was close to my Grandmother, as well. But, she was not a good mother-in-law, as well as not realizing she was confusing the whole issue of discipline, by being a \”third parent\”.

hahahahahaha! I can so relate! Love her anyway, from as much distance as possible! I have formed a truce with mine – she stays in her house, I stay in mine (we live next door) and when we meet we smile and say as little a possible. 30 years now! It took my husband to cement it though; he drew a literal line in the sand and told her to stay the hell home!

I loved this poem and realized how blessed I have been. First year of marriage I stood up to a very strong, phycologist of a mother in law, told her don’t talk to me that way, I wasn’t her child!!! Now divorced of 7 years and she called last night for ideas for my ex 50th b-day party!!! Must make a stand lovingly but stern!!