- 7 years ago
- Wedding: November 1999
Fiance and I have been together for 20 months. We have been engaged since August 2011 and ever since then my Future Mother-In-Law has been nothing but nasty to me. She is definitely not my favorite person in the slightest bit. She favors her spoiled brat daughter to no end, and treats Fiance like garbage. She has ripped him apart so many times, destroyed his self-esteem, and has made him feel like a complete failure. She truly is a nasty, cold hearted person.
We got engaged on August 17, 2011. That night we excitedly told his father, his mother, and his sister. His Dad and sister could not have been more excited. They hugged us both and said congratulations. My Future Mother-In-Law did not even look up from her laptop. She said “Ohhh, nice!” and Fiance and I awkwardly stood there thinking she would get up to hug us as soon as she was finished on her computer. Nope. Nothing. She is constantly posting nonsense on her Facebook about how excited she is about things going on in FSIL’s life but not a single post came up about her son was engaged.
Flash forward a couple weeks, Fiance and I had set a date and booked our ceremony venue. When Future Mother-In-Law and I were standing in the kitchen doing dishes, I mentioned to her that we had set a date (back then it was December 21, 2013) and we had booked one of the nicest venues in the city. Her response? “Isn’t it a little early?” “Well, no. When I went to book it I only had a choice of 2 days in December” “Well, how do you know you guys will even last that long?” I seriously dropped the dish cloth and just walked away. Both Fiance and my Mom were furious after I told them. Who says that?
A few weeks after that I had gone dress shopping for the first time with my Mom and picked my dress. I once again tried to get through to her and I showed her a picture. She said nothing. She got up, went upstairs and came back with her wedding album. “You should have gotten a dress that looked more like mine”.
After this I compltely shut her out. Fiance and I did whatever we wanted for the wedding and I didn’t even bother to tell her. She had hurt my feelings so many times that I didn’t even care to include her. She had the audacity to tell Fiance that I was hurting her feelings because I wasn’t including her in anything. Fiance got really upset and said “Mom, I wonder why?”. She then proceeded to tell Fiance that I was changing him and ruining their family. At this time she also excluded me from the family Christmas gift exchange.
A whole bunch of other stuff happened between then and now, including me inviting her to a wedding show with my Mom. The whole time all she cared about is showing me things she thought would be pretty for FSIL’s wedding (she’s not even engaged!). Fiance and I recently decided to change the date and venue of our wedding, and cut costs drastically to pay off our student loans quicker. She seemed almost offended. Why do you care? You take no interest in this wedding anyways.
Today, she took all of us out for dinner (nicest thing she’s done..like ever). She wanted to go to Walmart so Fiance and Future Father-In-Law went off and looked at boy stuff, while I stuck with her in the make-up and clothing department. We passed the toy aisle and I said I just wanted to take a look at the bubbles because we’re having personalized bubbles instead of rice or confetti for our July 20, 2013 wedding. I found a pack of 8 large bottles of bubbles for $3.00 and pointed them out to her. She looked at them and said “Oh yeah, but they don’t match your colours”. I said, “Well, that’s okay. They’re cheap” and laughed. She responded “Yes, that seems to be the whole theme of this wedding”. Thankfully Fiance came around the corner or I would have started whipping bottles of bubbles in her stupid face. During this trip to Walmart I was also trying to talk to her about our honeymoon to Antigua. She interrupted me to talk about how Future Sister-In-Law is going to Alberta.
I am done. I’m not mentioning a single thing about the wedding or anything else to do with my life with Fiance. You can get your damn invitation in the mail, tell me what you’d like to eat, show up, and shut your damn mouth.
Thanks for listening, Bees.