Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Hateful and Spiteful Mother-in-Law

A few weeks ago, I spied a delicious box of chocolate-covered wafers in my mother's pantry and I asked if I could have them. I told her that I would give them to my mother-in-law because that was the only way to con her into giving them to me. It was a HUGE box, that probably had at least 100 cookies in it.

In the car, I told Peter that this was all a ploy to get the cookies. My sister agreed that my mother would only give me the chocolates if I wasn't going to eat them (because she thinks we need to lose a few pounds).

The next day, Peter went to his mother's house and when I reached into the pantry for the box of cookies...they were gone! Later, Peter said that he thought I was just joking in the car.

After the initial melt-down, I told Peter to ask his mother to save some of the cookies for me, because although I would love to eat the whole box, even I know that this is not a good idea. He called her and she agreed to save some.

I was so happy that I was planning on driving her to Long Island (by myself) to visit her daughter (the most hateful one in the family of hatefulness) and throwing her a big surprise Mother's Day party, as well as inviting her to our home again soon.

Then yesterday, when Peter spoke to her on the telephone, she told him that she "forgot" that she had agreed to save some for me and finished them all!

This could only mean a few things:

1.) Those cookies were so delicious that she ate them all in three days (ALL the cookies!!!! - I mean, doesn't she have ANY self-control?)

2.) She is getting dementia and forgot she promised to save some for me.

3.) She is HATEFUL and SPITEFUL.

After discussing this with Peter, I irrationally said, "She didn't save ANY of them for me? Wow. She really HATES me."

I expected Peter to say something like, "No, she doesn't hate you. She just loves cookies."

But instead, he looked me straight in the eye and said. "Yeah. I think she must hate you. She would have never eaten them all if anyone else asked her to save them some. She would probably never have even opened the box."

"But doesn't she realize that I'm so upset that I'm NEVER INVITING HER TO MY HOUSE EVER AGAIN?"

"Yeah," he said. "I don't think she cares. That's how much she must hate you."

And driving to Long Island? Never happening. AND I'm not throwing someone who hates me a Mother's Day party. AND I am NOT going to EASTER DINNER.


running42k said...

That's whacked. You must have some great family get togethers.

You know that you can just buy your own box of cookies.

plue said...

Yah, these were not ordinary cookies. Should have mentioned that before. I don't really know where to purchase them, they're imported.

Anonymous said...

Maybe they are just cookies and you don't need to cry about it. I think the best thing to do is act like the bigger person and not a child.