- 7 years ago
- Wedding: June 2012
Bee’s, I have issues. In-Law issues. This post is mainly just to vent, but I’d love to hear your stories or advice as well.
This all started about two weeks ago. J’s parents live 7 hours away, so when they visit they stay for a few nights. They called a couple weeks ago and said that they’d be here on Thursday Nov. 24th. That’s fine, we thought. A few days later, his parents called again and said they changed their minds… They’re coming on Friday Nov. 25th instead. J and I though that was fine because it gave us an extra day to tidy up the apartment and get some groceries. On the evening of Wednesday Nov. 23rd J called his parents to sort out the details of their visit, and they informed us that now they will be coming a day early… On Thursday Nov. 24th. J said that was fine, but not to show up until between 5pm and 6pm because we’re both working and have things to do before they get here (i.e., get groceries, and tidy up a bit).
So Thursday Nov. 24th arrives and I leave work a half hour early to get home by 3:45pm to shower and get some last minute things done around the house, and possibly grab a few groceries. I strip down to my bare bum, and my phone rings. It’s the in-laws. They’re waiting in our apartment lobby to be let in. I buzzed them up, jumped in the shower, barely got myself cleaned and they were banging on my apartment door. I jumped out of the shower to answer the door buck-naked, soaking wet, wrapped in my bathrobe. I apologized that I couldn’t hug them hello cuz I was still soaked, and my mother-in-law to-be says: “That’s fine. We’ll make ourselves at home”. And boy… Did she ever. She walked right into the living room with her shoes on. Completely disrespectful, in my mind. That evening since we didn’t have time to get groceries, we went out for dinner then went to the grocery store. I baught a nice new baking pan to make brownies in for Saturday night because my family was meeting J’s parents for the first time and we were having everyone back at our place for dessert. Our hands were full of groceries when we got into the apartment building, and J’s mom accidently dropped her doggy-bag from the restaurant, and some food fell out. She just kicked it aside with her shoes… The SAME shoes she continued to wear throughout my apartment all evening. We had walked through two parking lots, a restaurant, and a grocery store, and she still wore her shoes through my home. I spoke to J for the second time now regarding her shoes, and he said something to her as well.
The next day (Friday) she continued to wear the same shoes she went out in earlier, only this time she decided to put her feet up on my coffee table. I was fuming. When J got home from work that evening I took him into our bedroom and spoke to him one last time, saying: “J, this is the last time I’m going to ask you. Tell your mom to take off her shoes, NOW. My niece and nephew will be crawling around the floor here tomorrow and your mom is wearing the same shoes she wore out this morning. She dragged in a leaf that was stuck to her shoe, and Raven (my cat) started eating it. The cats don’t have their shots yet, and I’m gonna be very angry if they get sick. This is it J. Last time.”
So Saturday afternoon comes and we take J’s parents out to where our ceremony will be held. She almost wore her shoes in my apartment again after visiting the muddy park. Thankfully, J spoke up, but she said “They’re shoes. What’s the difference?” When we got back we started making dessert for that evening. J’s mom used my new baking pan to make brownies, and scratched the hell out of it. So much for a new pan :/ After we had finished baking, I began to clean the kitchen. Suddenly, I found a huge oil stain on my coffee maker stand from the Vegetable Oil she used to bake with. She managed to get oil all over the jug and it stained our table.
When my family came back to our house for dessert that night, she kept her shoes on (everyone else took them off), and my niece and nephew were crawling around everywhere. Now I feel like I have to call my sister-in-law to apologize for J’s mom. I don’t know about all of you, but I find it disrespectfull to wear shoes in the house. I work hard to keep my place clean, and she wears her shoes around my place, scuffing up the floors and dragging in garbage?? Not acceptable. I made sure I voiced that to J, but in a nice way, not to start a fight or anything.