#InLaws

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I had just gotten married to my boyfriend and I accidentally sent his entire family the link to a Stucky fanfic on Ao3 instead of the menu for the restaurant we were going to for dinner. By the time I realised and went to delete it, everyone had already seen the message

[portraitsofsaints]

Saint Jane de Chantal

1572 - 1641

Feast Day: August 12 (New), August 21 (Trad)

Patronage: forgotten people, in-law problems, loss of parents, parents separated from children, widows

Born to the nobility, Jane was raised by her father after the death of her mother. Jane married at age 20, had 4 children and was widowed at age 28. Forced to live with her father-in-law, she spent much time in prayer and received a vision of a man who would become her spiritual director. The man was St. Francis de Sales. She became his spiritual student and close friend. In 1610 she founded the Order of the Visitation of Our Lady for widows and lay women who did not wish the full life of the orders.

Prints, plaques & holy cards available for purchase here: (website)

[ahedderick]

MIL

   My husband is the only boy in his family, and has three sisters. All of them married before he met me. You can imagine the trepidation I felt upon meeting his mother for the first time. Only boy? Oh boy 😳

   Oh. my god. We pulled up outside his sister’s house. I’m not just meeting his parents for the first time, I’m meeting the Whole Crew. They come streaming out of the house, all twelve of them, led by Carollee. She flings her arms open to embrace me. She already loves me. I am just what the doctor ordered. Perfect. Everybody else in the family just saluted Carollee and did what she said (as per usual custom.)

   I was boggled to say the least. (also wondering if anybody in my family would want to. take notes or anything? Copy this behavior at all? No?) That woman proceeded to treat me like I was God’s specialest princess for the next nine years, until her untimely death from cancer.

   I think about her a lot as I meet my kids’ boy or girlfriends, and as I get ready to let go of them as they move toward independence. She was a role model. We’re not Jewish, but the phrase “may her memory be a blessing” is an excellent way to describe it. I think of her when I pull out the recipes she wrote down for me, or tell the kids family stories. Grandmom wrote this down when Dad was nine. Look how nice her handwriting was. She loved gardens and flowers. She was nosy and watched her neighbors a little too closely. She loved to sew and knit. She had a Baltimore accent. She lived a small life and made a fuss over her grandchildren. She lived. We lost her twenty years ago. Her memory is a blessing.

[alphagodith]

it is tradition that every time my husband walks in the front door with his phone up to his ear that i shout 'I'LL KILL YOU' at him loud enough that the person on the phone can hear. usually it's his parents. the inside joke is that they think i'm threatening him, but actually the threat is directed at them, and the husband is smiling about it.

[angpagsulatnihoney]

Comparison

"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." - Eleanor Rosevelt.

[sleepingwiththewolf]

To make a situation about you when it didn't involve you, but now it involves you because you caused it, is insane... I am so exhausted.

[thearchivaljinglebeast]

Yes, these are also my experiences with (alleged) narcissists.

[thejourneyofastrangerlife]

Weekend Chronicles: A Heavy Heart in a Full House

Today marks the fourth weekend of the month. Like most weekends, I started my morning with chores. My mother-in-law wanted to do some grocery shopping and, as usual, asked my husband to take her. I was, once again, the last person to be informed — if informed at all.

I didn’t go. I’ve learned to remove myself from situations that only leave me feeling invisible. Between the two of them, I become background noise, and that feeling of being ignored by my own husband is unbearable. Instead of getting into another argument about it, I stayed behind. This has become my solution — let them do as they please, and I’ll stay out of the way.

My husband seems to prioritize his mother over me, and while I understand the bond they share, I often feel like I’m just here to complete his marital status — a symbol, not a partner.

He left, and I remained at home with his father. Surprisingly, he asked me to make coffee with the beans he had just bought. It was a small gesture, but to me, it felt so warm — like a rare flicker of connection in this house.

Later, I walked into my husband’s office room and considered turning on the AC. But a voice inside me hesitated. Will they think I’m freeloading again? That’s what his mother thinks of me, after all. So I asked my father-in-law if it was okay.

He looked puzzled and said, “Why are you asking me? This is your home too. You don’t need permission.” I nearly cried. But instead, I smiled. In that moment, I was just grateful — that at least one person in this house sees me as a human being with a place in it.

When they returned from grocery shopping, I helped unload and unpack everything into the kitchen. My husband ran straight to his favorite spot — the bathroom — leaving me to continue helping, even watching his niece for two hours while his mother and sister went to the gym. I didn’t mind helping. But it stings when no one sees my effort. He plays his game all weekend while I fill in the gaps, entertain his family, and hold it all together. Do they even realize that?

Later in the evening, after dinner, everyone gathered in the living area. I went to the kitchen to tidy up a bit, then headed to my room to rest for a moment. But not long after, I heard the loud sounds of pots and pans — my mother-in-law had started her nightly spring-cleaning routine again.

I didn’t go out. Not out of disrespect, but because I was exhausted — physically and emotionally. I couldn't even rest without feeling anxious that I was somehow doing something wrong. She’s like a machine: cooking, hitting the gym, then scrubbing the kitchen spotless. And at the end of it, I always feel the burn of her frustration — like I’m her emotional punching bag.

I pray I don’t turn into that when I’m older. I just want peace. A life that’s calm and kind.

And then, as if the day hadn’t already drained me, I had another argument with my husband. I confronted him about his constant distractions — his gaming, his lack of presence, his disconnection from his work, his company, his goals. I asked where he saw himself in five years.

Instead of answering, he turned it on me — again. That’s what he always does. Twists my words, avoids accountability, and tries to guilt-trip me. “Look at yourself,” he said. “No job, no money.” Just like that — as if my value can be reduced to those two things.

I'm not writing this to shame him. I'm writing this with anger, frustration, and disappointment — because I don’t know how else to release it. I give, and give, and give. I bend myself over backward to make this marriage work, to support him, his family, this house.

I just hope… one day… he sees it. "A woman doesn’t want much from a man — just his heart, his time, his honesty, and his effort. But when even that feels like too much to ask, her silence will say what her words never could."

[innovativejunction]

Bridging Generations with Love: The Ideal Father and Mother-in-Law

Bridging Generations with Love: The Ideal Father and Mother-in-Law Family bonds are among the most sacred and enduring relationships in life. The role of in-laws, particularly fathers and mothers-in-law, often determines the harmony within a household. A wise and compassionate approach can transform a marriage into a thriving partnership rather than a battlefield of differences. The ideal father…

[whereisbizzy]

I picked a hypothetical fight with my father-in-law where I told him if he ordered chipotle he's a scab.

He said it's his money and he can do what he wants and I said you sure can, scab!

To be clear, he hasn't ordered it. I'm just mad he won't try my kale.

That's my story of how I got to call my father-in-law a scab without him actually doing anything.

It was fun af ngl

[fasterthantheelevator]

We're at my boyfriend's mum's house for Christmas and I'm curious for other opinions on the sleeping situation for the 1 night his brother is staying (more people than beds). His brother is coming to stay for 1 night in the middle of our stay.

Current sleeping situation: bf in his childhood bed (single), myself in his brother's childhood bed (single), his mum in her bed (double). We've been here 2 nights and are staying for another 2 nights.

Other info: his mum is retired and fits on the couch easily. I and my partner are both not working or traveling the day the brother leaves, I fit on the couch my partner does not. Brother is traveling the following day (unsure if working) and doesn't fit on the couch (too tall), also if it matters the brother is a priest. Normally if we all come down same day, I take the couch.

[madgemadigan]

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[sleepingwiththewolf]

How do you deal with your toxic in-laws?

[ericblancony]

Some meme's just scream "ex-in-laws" so bad. lol

[sincerelyhales-blog]

How did I become that girl? You know the one— the girl who supposedly took their son away. But from where I stood, it seemed like they were the ones who pushed him away, no matter how hard he tried to hold on. The cracks in their relationship were there long before I arrived, but somehow I became the scapegoat.

From the moment we started dating, he was adamant: he wanted us to have a good relationship with his parents, especially his mother. I promised to give it my best shot, but the more I saw, the clearer it became. This wasn’t about me. It was about an unhealthy dynamic that had been spiraling long before I walked into the picture. He was grasping at straws to salvage something that was already slipping away.

To them, I’ll always be the girl who stole their son. But in my eyes, they’re the ones who shamelessly favored one child while leaving the other to fend for himself, alone in the shadows. His father even admitted it, casually, in a one-on-one conversation. And just like that, the illusion shattered. I may be the girl who took their son away, but they are the ones who never really cared to keep him close in the first place.

[angpagsulatnihoney]

Message to my Future In Laws

I'm not beautiful, I do not have enough money but I can assure you to help, love and support to the best that I can. You don't need to love nor like me and accept me. Fairness and treat me as human being who has feelings and talk to challenge we are facing. I can meet you halfway and compromise. Just don't abuse, manipulate and dictate our relationship as to your liking and will because we can fix, adjust and harmonious love us together. Please don't ever separate us because of your own motives, belief and disappointments. Don't take it against it against if daughter choose the gender preference. Let us to have the freedom and live happily and solve our problems. You can help and assist but never intervene and compare to other in laws because I am unique and one of a kind.