I know that seems like an odd title, so let me explain a little bit what this post will be about.
We are planning one or more posts about how the general dysfunction of our MIL has impacted our husbands in various ways in addition to the way we communicate as married couples. However, I thought it would be prudent to discuss some of the physical, emotional, and mental strains that we have undergone as a result of this whole mess. I thought it might be helpful to someone out there who is struggling with something similar, to let those people know that you are not alone, that there is someone else trying to educate themselves and trying to get better at self-care.
When I first met my MIL, I – foolishly – didn’t pay too much attention when she was trying to give me a lot of attention, because I was in a state where I was trying to be extremely upbeat and positive. Not that I am not positive now, but I feel like I’ve gotten a lot more realistic without being absolutely pessimistic either. I guess perhaps we could call it cautiousness. So, I basically wanted to believe that she was this nice person who was genuinely interested in me since I was dating and then engaged to her son.
I didn’t mind how much we used to see her in the beginning. After a while though, I started to resist. I could probably pinpoint it to small incidents from before my wedding, but definitely afterwards was when I started to notice a slow change. There is one thing that sticks out in my mind and it was the sheer violation I felt when one time relatively soon after we’d married, when I was home alone, she randomly showed up and tried coming in without waiting for me to get the door. She didn’t call me beforehand to ask if it was a good time. I chalked it up to just a habit I picked up from my mom, who was very adamant about very basic sorts of respectful manners like that. Whenever we went to her parents’ house every year, she always told us we don’t just walk in (and that my grandparents always knew well ahead of time when we’d be coming).
But then, I started to resist going over there more often. And then she started to comment to my husband about it. It got to a point where – and I just could not understand this and I was confused for so long – I felt gross and/or drained after being in her presence. I honestly thought it was me until I started noticing things, such as her comments to my husband. Even so, I still tried to allow for relationship cultivation, simply because this was my husband’s mother and thought I was obligated to do so. Fast forward to when my twin and her husband become pregnant with their first child, and I start to get a more pronounced feeling of off-ness, for lack of a better term. I forget exactly when, but it didn’t seem to be too long before that event that my twin and I started getting into the habit of getting to know each other and talking more often. The feeling of disquiet in me is continuing to grow over this period, but I feel like I cannot do anything about it really, so it festers.
Once the child is born, I become privy to more and more things that validate what I am sensing and feeling inside (thanks to my twin, mainly). As someone who was childless at the time, even I knew better than to go online posting pictures before giving my twin a chance to do so first. Things like that are not things that have to be explained to me like they need to be to the MIL. There are spats about babysitting. There are continuous comments about what to do with the baby coming from her. And I start to feel the seeds of anxiety being planted in my head just watching and/or hearing about this secondhand.
There were times before we married where my husband would tell me stories about things that happened when he was a kid growing up, mostly involving his mom. In the beginning per my ‘see-the-best-in-everyone’ attitude, I chose to believe that perhaps she was not that same person. The behavior I was seeing at this point though was starting to prove otherwise. Cue the beginning of feeling like I was duped–the beginning because I didn’t try feel entirely duped until later.
And then by some miracle, I became pregnant. I had seen enough at that point where I was about to the point of living in anxiety because of this woman and seeing what my twin had had to deal with as a new mom. I was doing my best to provide my twin with a supportive ear because I knew that our husbands are not always the best at doing so. That isn’t a dig at them so much, because we feel that they weren’t given a good example of a supportive, caring relationship as kids, and so have a hard time providing that for their wives. During my pregnancy is when the big fallout with our suspected NMIL happened, which was not a huge help given my condition. No matter how hard I tried to rein in my feelings, I was extremely stressed, constantly panicking. Especially now that we got to see how she truly thinks of us, now I started feeling the “how the hell did I miss that” kind of thing. I also felt like a giant idiot for believing she might think well of me or respect me as a person and as her son’s wife, so there goes some of my pride.
Everybody Loves Raymond used to be one of my favorite sitcoms. I would laugh and laugh because it cracked me up. Ever since I started educating myself about narcissistic, sociopathic, disrespectful, and generally dysfunctional behavior, I cannot watch that show (or read or watch anything else that even showcases such a dysfunctional MIL) without getting extremely anxious. That feeling has generally stayed steady these last few years as I’ve begun raising a child of my own. Mostly, I just try to keep in mind what the marriage counselor my husband and I saw said to me: do NOT give a manipulator power over you. I’m sure he was referring to how anxiety-ridden I had become. He is right, but the anxiety has gotten so engrained in my psyche that it’s hard to just turn it off. I am constantly on the alert whenever I happen to be in her presence. I am constantly listening to anything she says and how she behaves to me, especially after having my husband wait three months to tell me (this was sometime last fall) that apparently his mother had the balls to do this:
MIL: “You need to bring your child over here more.” Husband: “Why?” MIL: “Because I don’t think he gets the right attention.” Husband: “Are you trying to criticize our parenting?” MIL (pretend mortified): “Oh no! No, that’s not what I said!” Husband: “Bullshit.” MIL: “Please don’t tell [your wife] I said that!!!!”
He claims he didn’t tell me right away because he knew I’d get angry about it. Hey, when he actually told me, I did manage to hold most of it in and constrain myself (mostly) to murderous looks in his direction. He knows those looks weren’t directed at him, don’t you worry! I also took the liberty of making the comment that she had no right to say shit based on her treatment of him (and his siblings) and he agreed. I thank God that my husband had the awareness to call her ass out because I don’t know what I would have done if he hadn’t and just let that slide. This is exactly why I get so angry, even though I’m fully aware this is how she operates. She pretends to be so nice to me in person, but then turns around and tries to start this kind of bullshit behind our backs. Not to mention she had the wherewithal to say this to my husband directly, another indicator (to me at least) how she thinks that my husband should side with her against me. That is NOT okay.
I am working to manage my stress and anxiety. The mere mention of having to see her drives my blood pressure upwards. I know this because whenever my blood pressure increases, my hands swell and I start to stress sweat (gross). It is so, so hard, especially since I have to deal with having my child exposed to this woman who I feel is not a healthy individual to be around. I constantly worry about her judging me, although she has absolutely no room to say anything based on the difficulties my husband has (deduced from many, many stories he has told me). She has done next to nothing to foster healthy emotional coping skills in my husband (or his siblings for that matter), or any sort of self-confidence or motivation, nothing. She did nothing to model healthy inter-relational skills (watched parents and other family fight constantly, sometimes physically), proper and healthy ways of communicating with others, nor did she support any of the ambitions my husband happened to have back when he was in school. He was told “no” when he told her he wanted to learn how to play the French horn, for instance. Yet, his sisters were allowed to do extracurriculars like band and various after-school clubs. He was never pushed to do well in school, and was rarely helped with homework. I do everything I can to help my husband unlearn the unhealthy behaviors he picked up from childhood (and allowed to become habit as an adult). The fact that this is the person casting judgment on MY parenting (and indirectly her own son’s!!) is what angers me deeply. Providing shelter, food, bed, clothing, and toys do not a good parent make. That is the bare minimum of what parents are supposed to provide. Parents are also obligated to actively teach children proper ways of communicating, healthy relationship skills, healthy ways of coping with emotion, placing value on learning and education, encouraging mental and spiritual growth, etc. I try to remind myself that this sort of behavior is learned. It may be likely she was raised by neglectful or narcissistic parents herself and as such, was stunted to forever be extremely emotionally immature/disordered and then pass on those things to her own children. And thus the cycle continues… but I’m trying to stop it in its tracks.
Essentially, I constantly deal with anxiety, stress, and a deep-rooted contempt.
It feels awful to have typed that sentence. In our society, it’s almost made out to be “wrong” to have any sort of negative emotion whatsoever. Emotions are not wrong unless we express them in ways that are unhealthy. I am trying to own my emotions, because emotions in themselves are not bad. I am working on trying to have a healthier perspective and a finding healthy way to off-load those emotions into more positive, worthwhile things than someone who is extremely dysfunctional. I realize maybe some readers are or feel utterly alone or have no one to talk to, and I grieve for those individuals. It’s hard to deal with and I HAVE someone to talk to about it who understands and validates my feelings (Twin A). That’s a reason we started this blog, to help those of you who feel like you’re alone in this.
You are not alone!
Twin B