My MIL is fixated on SIL's MIL in SIL's coming out as lesbian and divorcing.
Over the last few weeks and again two weeks ago my MIL expressed that SIL's MIL will harp that she always knew SIL was not good enough for her son. For my MIL that my SIL and her STBXH were HS sweethearts, stayed together from across the country when my bride took guardianship of her sister when SIL was 17 and we paid for her university studies for a year as she was in our family, battled to return to each other, had kids and created a family has been a major point of pride for my MIL. This is apparently a regular point of discussion with her coworkers at work. How this romance novel relationship between my SIL and her STBXH is something my MIL is super proud of.
This is the romance bodice ripper facade that my MIL fabricates in her life of facade and fantasy.
My bride is so pissed at my MIL right now over the POS that my SIL is. My bride has always known that her parents failed miserably as parents. Particularly with SIL. When SIL was 15 my ILs moved across the state to pursue their dream of a farming empire running both a several hundred acre hay farm in the E, and their pig operation in the W of the state. They literally just left SIL at home in the W.
DW called CPS on her own parents and reported SIL's situation. The usual barely capable of fogging a mirror idiots in SpermLand agencies told my wife that at 15 SIL could work and feed herself, clean the property if it was hazardous, and not to bother CPS with the non issue of SIL's situation.
DW mentioned a few days ago that MIL had created the criminal, scam artist, waste that my SIL is.
An interesting caveate to this is that during our week camping trip with my IL clan in the State of SpermLand was when MIL commented on how when SIL was 15 she moved out to live with her STBXH in a barn apartment at my MIL's Kindergarten BFFs property where STBXH was working caring for animals and the property. MIL's delusion regarding how that occurred was mind boggling to me. MIL and FIL left their 15yo for their fantasy life. SIL did not leave their home across the road from MIL's BFF because she chose to. She did it so she would have a place to live with food and power.
One evening after campfire time at SIL's campsite DW, MIL, Aunt, and I returned to our respective cabins. We had a cap on the night with a visit for a bit at MIL and her sister's cabin. MIL commented that SIL's MIL would be all judgy about SIL and my IL clan. No reference to the facts of the situation. SIL is a long term cheating adulteress who is blowing up her family for a GF who is complete gutter trash. My MIL just doubles down on her facade and fantasy world romance novel delusion. SIL's MIL is the problem in my own MIL's mind.
I have no idea how that works.
What chaps my ass is how hurt my bride is by all of this. My bride is exceptionally observant and perceptive. She knows exactly what reality is with my ILs. Ever trip is like the movie Ground Hog's Day. Slight caveats but invariably with exactly the same outcome. Over, and over, and over again.
This time, DW has decided that she will not go back to her home State to visit my ILs unless there is a specific invitation. No more going for holidays on our initiative. Either a specific invitation is received, or we will not go.
I will give her some time. At some point I will broach the subject of a visit. DW will be fine for quite some time. Over that time she will migrate to missing my ILs. I try to arrange a visit before she gets to that point.
Not SKid related so thank you for humoring my O/T post.
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Sigh....
Family - if we didn't have a family, we'd be pining for one.
Sounds like your wife really
Sounds like your wife really did escape a life of dysfunction by moving so far away and getting her education. Who knows why crazy people say crazy things.... Well, on second thought, it's because they are crazy!
She definitely did escape.
I have long maintained that she is either a mutant or an alien implant. She just gives me the look when I make this statement.