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She threw a fit because my husband wanted to see his wife and kids first after rehab. We cut her out. By the way, 4 years sober for hubby - go him!
She introduced me as “the person carrying my grandbaby.” Someone joked, "Does the incubator have a name?" Hilarious and cruel!
She said she couldn’t bond with her first grandkid because he looked too much like me. They ignored him growing up. When she passed, he said, “I don’t know this person.”
After my miscarriage, I struggled mentally. MIL told me to end it all because I was “depriving her” of grandchildren. No contact, please, and thank you!
My son passed away at 2 days old. In front of his casket, MIL said, “Eh, I have 14 other grandkids anyway.” Cold.
MIL called my husband thinking I was cheating, saying she'd seen me all over town. Too bad we were sitting together, two states away from her!
MIL flipped out when she found out hubby had a vasectomy, saying, “What if you want more kids in your next marriage?” Right there in front of me!
She told me if she died before her dog, I should put the dog down too. Nope. I took Buttercup home and she’s living her best life!
After MIL called my daughter her "first" grandchild in front of my son, we went no contact. That’s how he found out he was adopted at age 7.
MIL asked to push my C-section time later so she could sleep in. Baby born early morning; she showed up at noon, wondering why we didn’t wait for her.
“I was gonna give you a Mother’s Day card but you’re not pregnant anymore.” Said six weeks after a fetal loss. Oof.
I felt super sick and asked MIL to call 911. She said, “Stop being such a baby.” Turns out I had sepsis. Yikes.
When I told her I miscarried, MIL said, “Well, I wasn’t ready to be a grandma anyway.” Nope, not supportive.
My ex MIL did a voodoo ritual, including chopping a chicken's head off, wishing me dead. We even ended up on Oprah because of her insanity.
At my wedding, MIL told guests our marriage wouldn’t last 6 months. We’re almost hitting 24 years. Ha!
She told me, “We liked his first fiancée better.” We've been married 35 years and I’m still here!
I asked her to leave during labor. She said, “Nope, this is MY grandchild.” Nurses had to step in and kick her out.
MIL hoped she’d never get redheaded grandkids after meeting my mom. Joke’s on her, my youngest is a stunning redhead getting all the compliments!
She thought my Instagram mango was a secret message begging my fiancé to leave him. Nope, just my favorite fruit!
After our wedding, MIL stopped hubby and said, “Worst day of my life. I’ll never forgive you.” 35 years later... still married.
Our cat died after being left outside in 106-degree heat. MIL said, “You had too many animals anyway, it’s just a cat.” Brutal!
My in-laws said it was my fault my son died because I allowed a blood transfusion. Talk about unfair blame!
Ex MIL told people I “don’t know how to be a mom because I don’t have one.” My mom passed when I was a baby. Harsh.
She said she felt disrespected when we locked our door while she showed up late at night. Eh, maybe some privacy next time?
MIL tried getting my therapy records to prove I was an unfit mom because I was treated for postpartum depression. Nope!
She asked me for my period schedule so she could tell me the “good time” to ovulate. That’s... creepy.
On my wedding day, MIL said there was nothing to celebrate and told hubby this was his last chance to run. The gift? A card without my name. Oof.
“Don’t forget you’re not pregnant anymore!” she threatened to hit me less than a week after giving birth, while I held my newborn. Yikes.
She never told me but told everyone I had an abortion after my emergency ectopic surgery. So nasty!
She tried to get my fiancé to leave the hospital during labor, said I was “selfish” for keeping him there. She even tried moving my mom away. No contact since.
She bought me huge pyjamas and said I could return them if they didn’t fit. Guess what? I returned her son!
Three days postpartum and in NICU, she asked if I was sure my son was hubby’s because of red hair. My family has red hair. Drama!
She told me, “You are not a daughter, sister, or granddaughter. Learn your place.” Then she got her son back later. Yikes.
I was in foster care. She told me I’d never understand her bond with my husband because my parents don’t love me. Oof.
MIL begged us to join family pictures but didn’t want me in them, calling it a ‘what if’ scenario. She didn’t believe we’d last.
She flew in the woman she hoped hubby would marry and told him to ‘spend time’ with her the night before the wedding. Yikes.
She uninvited me to Thanksgiving because she “misses the way it used to be.” Not exactly subtle.
She called my daughters her ‘second and third favorite granddaughters’ right in front of them and never apologized. Ouch.
After Thanksgiving, she told me, “If I keep eating, I’ll get as fat as you.” Nice one, MIL.
MIL announced she’d wear white to my wedding. My mom warned her. The photos? Mom was caught creeping with red wine all over the place.
At my gender reveal, MIL claimed she was the most important person in hubby’s life. His uncle laughed her down. Score one for the family.
Six months after I lost twin boys, MIL snapped, “Can you just get over it already?” We didn’t talk for a year.
MIL showed me all the family quilts but told me I wasn’t getting one because I didn’t love her. Well, that’s honest!
MIL stared at my week-old and said, “I don’t know who he looks like, but not you or my son.” First and only time she’s seen him.
Asked for a photo with all 3 DILs at the 3rd wedding, she said she only has 2. Photographer thought everyone should know she excluded me.
She said she couldn’t wait for ‘her daughter’ to have a baby, calling mine the ‘fake’ grandchild. Guess who’s still pregnant?
Two days after my stage 3 cancer diagnosis, MIL said if I really had cancer, I would’ve lost more weight.
When hubby saw me in my dress and teared up, MIL yelled, “See? He didn’t want to marry her!” Right there during the aisle walk.
Before we married, MIL said my daughter wasn’t a real grandchild. Took my daughters shopping for tiny dresses and said “It’ll give you something to work for.”
The cringiest moment? MIL told me my engagement ring would look better on her and asked to try it on. Nope, thanks.
We named our son Oliver after hubby. MIL insisted we not call him Ollie because she doesn’t like that nickname. When my daughter called him that in front of her, she said, “Fine, traumatize me.” Harsh.
Pregnant with first grandchild, a girl. MIL said, “I’m not a girl person. I won’t go to dance recitals or girly things.” Okay then.
After hubby praised his cooking, he said I made dinner. MIL responded, “Oh, it was okay.” Ouch.
Day after miscarriage, MIL told me I was lucky because now I could get weight loss surgery. Thanks, I guess?
MIL made a video during her breast cancer fight including my son but not my daughter because she’s not biologically hubby’s. Even though he adopted her.
MIL was super upset about our wedding date because she wanted to go on a cruise then. She made sure everyone knew it.
She said it’s her right to tell everyone she’s gonna be grandma—not us. She announced my pregnancy and birth before we could.
She claimed I went into labor early to cut into her time with her son. Yep, that’s what she said.
Bringing my baby over wearing tutu pants, she said it reminded her of shelter dogs dressed up to attract adopters. Harsh!
Few days after a miscarriage, MIL said, “Y’all didn’t need another baby anyway. You can have more later.” Wow.
After I became vegetarian for health reasons, MIL gifted me a steakhouse card. Mixed signals, much?
Pregnant during finals, I took a break to rest. MIL said she was disappointed in me. Made me cry. Husband defended me.
Pregnant and not in the mood? MIL said as a wife I’m obligated to be intimate or I’m giving hubby a green light to cheat. Insane!
MIL said, “You should NOT have a bigger ring than me.” I said, “Tell hubby to buy you one bigger then.” Burn.
Asked her to watch my kids for an hour, she said, “I raised my kids, not yours.” Thanks, no thanks.
My grandma said if my husband hadn’t gone to Switzerland, he’d still be with his ex. She still has their letters!
She said, “Who’s baby is that? No one on our side has blonde hair.” Erm, that’s me. We’ve been dating since 15 and have 4 kids!
I brought my 3-month-old baby in tutu pants, and she said it reminded her of dressing up shelter dogs to get adopted. No thanks.
Her name is Sharon. I said, “Happy birthday, second mom!” She said, “Thanks, but just call me Sharon.” Touché.
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