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Hag - toxic mother in law - update. It’s an essay!
so, I was mulling over hosting her and my lovely SIL and her sons/our nephews down from Scotland at my mum’s for two days. SIL’s skint (nasty divorce from Hag’s son which has left her on the breadline), Hag lives in a slum and our house is tiny. My mum loves SIL and is always happy to help us out which veers on the genuinely selfless - too much so, TBH. I’m the same.
Taken people’s advice here - thank you - and I think being exposed to the Hag for two days with all her vileness is not a good idea for me or anyone. My mental health plummets when I’m with her, hear her, or see her…not seen her since Boxing Day 2021.
She behaves like a 1000 star Bitch and still expects people to bend over backwards. Mr Monkey has already suggested SIL and nephews stay in a hotel, but I think he / I in our delusion thought my mum’s would be an option. Hag will probably offer to pay for hotel as SIL really is on the breadline and Hag likes demonstrating her largesse through cash. FFS. Or, maybe, this occurs to me now that the birthday present Hag gave my mum was Hag’s anticipating Hotel Mummy Monkey.
The sense of my decision - I came to it some weeks ago after the good advice here - has been underlined by the witch’s behaviour this weekend. Mr Monkey and I are sorting our spare room/dumping ground which my mum was helping with on Saturday. Tip, 15,000 books to Oxfam etc.
We are driving to Oxfam on the other side of Manchester, the phone rings. It is the Hag having a meltdown about her washing machine not working. Mr Monkey points out that he is sorting stuff out for us and gives her very clear instructions about turning it off - it’s stuck in mid-cycle. That is all. It can wait. I will be round tomorrow.
He repeats this several times.
He clearly says he’s busy, over the other side of Manchester and will come over Sunday afternoon to sort it out after establishing there is no leak. Hag is hyperventilating and making it into a huge drama. Just the mere phone ringing from her sets my teeth on edge. Hag is not satisfied by MM’s answer and rings back 10 minutes later. He keeps to his line.
He is supposed to be going out for birthday drinks with his friends - not seen for two years - so is dropped at home to get ready. I go for late lunch with my mum, and, as predicted, 30 minutes later texts to say he’s going to the Hag’s. Further text later “I’m so stressed, I’m not going out”.
Apparently, the Hag rang him umpteen times whilst he’s cooking some food and trying to eat it. Phone call after phone call. He doesn’t answer the phone when he’s in the loo - “you should take your mobile with you, that’s what a mobile is for” and as he’s walking to her flat, keeps ringing him screaming “where are you?”
He gets to the flat and she’s screaming “get in there” pointing at the kitchen. MM tells her that he’s no longer a child and she can’t speak to him like that which she is flabbergasted at.
He keeps to his line. You cannot speak to me like that, if you carry on, I’ll leave.
“Oh, that’s right, don’t help your mother. Just leave me”
She’d, OF COURSE, got the neighbours involved. “I think x next door is cross with me” and, of course, X can hear the screaming through the walls.
“My life is terrible”
“No one helps me”
“I’m just here on my own” etc etc etc
WHO’S FUCKING FAULT IS THAT.
Head down like small child on the sofa, crying, screaming.
Mr Monkey comes home. He tells me all about it and that confirmed my decision to not “help out”. I’d not actually not asked my mum which says a lot about my subconscious at work. I owe The Hag NOTHING.
Mr Monkey IS getting stronger in his boundaries, the counselling is really helping him with the years of abuse, but she’s incredibly difficult to deal with - off the scale - and his sense of responsibility which he should NOT have in dealing with such an abusive witch overcomes the sensible thing to do which is cutting off contact altogether.
I’ve just told him. He’s really upset. He, of course, gets it, but is upset that this is the line I’m pushed to.
“You will see everyone, won’t you?”
“Of course, but I’m not prepared to deal with any more of your mum’s drama. I’ll go out for a lunch with her and the rest of your family - I don’t want to hurt SIL’s feelings and I will spend the weekend doing stuff with SIL - but I won’t tolerate any more of the Hag’s bullshit. My mum is 77, my family is over from The Netherlands during that time, and WE are the priority, not pretending to play happy families with someone so toxic. My family don’t have to have responsibility for her, nor do I”.
Line drawn. Feeling terrible.