How my monster-in-law sent me to the hospital...(I wish I was joking)
To say I have a monster-in-law is like saying water is wet. Trust me, the way this particular woman hates me should be an Olympic sport. She would win GOLD. We have never seen eye to eye since day one. Let me set the scene... She was 40yrs old when she had my husband. Her only child. A single mom obsessed with her son, yeah lifetime makes these types of movies. I was doomed from the start.
I tried to be nice. I did. Kinda hard when everything I do is an insult to her🤷 but me getting pregnant kinda sealed my fate. That was the worst thing she wanted to happen. And then he married me? Criminal offense.
We argued a lot. Specifically on her overstepping boundaries. She insisted that her way of parenting was the best, her way of cleaning was the best, her way of living was the best. It does wear you down after a bit. My husband, God bless him, is a decent dude. He tries to keep the peace and I don't want to forbid him from having his only family member in his life around so I gritted my teeth and put up with the neverending passive aggressive behaviors. But to say, I took it well, that would be a lie. I have a mouth and I tend to vocalize my opinions. So we fought.
The day I ended up in the hospital, was just another day of her bashing me for something trivial. My husband tried to separate us and told his mother to go home if she couldn't be nice. Unfortunately, I left a couple things at her house which we needed that night, so we had to go with. I figured we'd drop her off, I grab the items, and that would be that. Boy, was I wrong. We get to her trailer. (Yes, I know, trailer park classic story coming up) She is standing by our van telling my husband how he could do better and now they're arguing. I tell her I'm grabbing my stuff. Out of literally nowhere she comes flying towards me. I had already opened the door and was grabbing my bag when I felt her push into me. I'm confused because she legit just appeared so I'm knocked off balance. She is forcing her way in the small open space between the door and me. She pushes again. This entire time my husband is in the van with our kids trying to get them to calm down and trying to figure out what is happening. I push back to get out the now trapped corner I'm in. She pushes a third time and my arm is on fire. I can feel blood running down it. So I yank my arm still clutching my bag out of the doorway and yell for my husband. He comes running. Poor thing looked terrified. His mom is now in the doorway saying I hit her and all I can see is just blood coming from my arm. I tell my husband we need to go now. And we drive to the hospital. The entire time I'm trying to tell my kids I'm fine, mommy is fine.
When I got there, I was rushed to the ER. Turns out the third time she pushed my arm got stuck between the door frame and it got sliced. It's pretty bad. Luckily, the doctor says it should be easy to stitch up. Clean cut at least. While getting stitches, a cop shows up. He's talking about how I "punched" my mother in law and she wants to press charges. Mind you all of this is being done while I am actively getting sewn together. I am laughing to hide my anger at this point. I tell the cops what happened. She pushed me three times, I got cut, I yanked my arm back and I guess when I did, I hit her. He looks at my arm which is almost finished, the blood all over my shirt and pants and finally asked if I wanted to press charges. I did.
Right up until my husband asked me to please don't send his mom to jail. I get it. He doesn't have any other family left. She is all he has and has had since birth. I reluctantly tell the cops I will drop the charges as long as she drops the charges against me and we both agree.
It took 7 stitches and I now have a permanent reminder. We cut her out of our lives for years but she is back in it after years of apologizing and begging. I keep my distance from her and only do holidays but just to remind her that she is lucky to even be around her grandchildren, I often wear short sleeves. Showing her the ugly scar that sits on my arm now. She gets embarrassed and always says she is so sorry. It's a nice little "mind your manners" moment.
To say I have a monster-in-law is like saying water is wet. Trust me, the way this particular woman hates me should be an Olympic sport. She would win GOLD. We have never seen eye to eye since day one. Let me set the scene... She was 40yrs old when she had my husband. Her only child. A single mom obsessed with her son, yeah lifetime makes these types of movies. I was doomed from the start.
I tried to be nice. I did. Kinda hard when everything I do is an insult to her🤷 but me getting pregnant kinda sealed my fate. That was the worst thing she wanted to happen. And then he married me? Criminal offense.
We argued a lot. Specifically on her overstepping boundaries. She insisted that her way of parenting was the best, her way of cleaning was the best, her way of living was the best. It does wear you down after a bit. My husband, God bless him, is a decent dude. He tries to keep the peace and I don't want to forbid him from having his only family member in his life around so I gritted my teeth and put up with the neverending passive aggressive behaviors. But to say, I took it well, that would be a lie. I have a mouth and I tend to vocalize my opinions. So we fought.
The day I ended up in the hospital, was just another day of her bashing me for something trivial. My husband tried to separate us and told his mother to go home if she couldn't be nice. Unfortunately, I left a couple things at her house which we needed that night, so we had to go with. I figured we'd drop her off, I grab the items, and that would be that. Boy, was I wrong. We get to her trailer. (Yes, I know, trailer park classic story coming up) She is standing by our van telling my husband how he could do better and now they're arguing. I tell her I'm grabbing my stuff. Out of literally nowhere she comes flying towards me. I had already opened the door and was grabbing my bag when I felt her push into me. I'm confused because she legit just appeared so I'm knocked off balance. She is forcing her way in the small open space between the door and me. She pushes again. This entire time my husband is in the van with our kids trying to get them to calm down and trying to figure out what is happening. I push back to get out the now trapped corner I'm in. She pushes a third time and my arm is on fire. I can feel blood running down it. So I yank my arm still clutching my bag out of the doorway and yell for my husband. He comes running. Poor thing looked terrified. His mom is now in the doorway saying I hit her and all I can see is just blood coming from my arm. I tell my husband we need to go now. And we drive to the hospital. The entire time I'm trying to tell my kids I'm fine, mommy is fine.
When I got there, I was rushed to the ER. Turns out the third time she pushed my arm got stuck between the door frame and it got sliced. It's pretty bad. Luckily, the doctor says it should be easy to stitch up. Clean cut at least. While getting stitches, a cop shows up. He's talking about how I "punched" my mother in law and she wants to press charges. Mind you all of this is being done while I am actively getting sewn together. I am laughing to hide my anger at this point. I tell the cops what happened. She pushed me three times, I got cut, I yanked my arm back and I guess when I did, I hit her. He looks at my arm which is almost finished, the blood all over my shirt and pants and finally asked if I wanted to press charges. I did.
Right up until my husband asked me to please don't send his mom to jail. I get it. He doesn't have any other family left. She is all he has and has had since birth. I reluctantly tell the cops I will drop the charges as long as she drops the charges against me and we both agree.
It took 7 stitches and I now have a permanent reminder. We cut her out of our lives for years but she is back in it after years of apologizing and begging. I keep my distance from her and only do holidays but just to remind her that she is lucky to even be around her grandchildren, I often wear short sleeves. Showing her the ugly scar that sits on my arm now. She gets embarrassed and always says she is so sorry. It's a nice little "mind your manners" moment.