I have inlaws like most other households out there. The MIL can’t stand a moment of my happiness. My SIL is married into a very well off family but has to live in a joint family system in one bedroom and shares that with her 3 kids. and yeah, my parents in law live in pakistan, but keep on visiting us here. So my point, since I live here alone with my hubby (and his younger bro) she just hates me for the fact that I have my independent household and blahblah…
Now, my husband doesn’t let me share all my troubles with my parents. He obv doesn’t want to hear my complains abt his family either. However, there are times when I’ve taken enough sarcasm and condescending remarks from his mom (who’s not even here) and his brother, who’s just a jerk and a MAJOR slob, and so I get all weepy and he keeps on pressing me to share with him what has been bothering me.. and when I do, he goes all cold.
Now my MIL is one smart woman. Everytime we step outside, say even if I stepped outside for a walk with my husband, my devar reports all that to her and yeah she fones us like 24/7 and each time I go visit someone or have some event coming up or whatever it is that I’m upto when she phones, she interviews me. I started evading her and answering her queries generally like, oh nothing… I just made salan (as opposed to chicken karhai or biryani or other specifics) and then after sometime I’d just say sorry aunty, gtg pray/ or shower/ or someone’s calling.. and put down the phone politely.
But now the problem is that if I don’t go into details over everything, this MIL keeps on pressing me and poking me until I almost spill the truth. Say things like after I had a dawat, she’d be like what’s goin on, and Id say we’re cleaning up (that is me and my husband). Now she’d keep on pressing and asking specifically if my brother in law was helping. This one time I pulled the courage and told her the truth that no, he’s a slob, doesn’t pick up after himself, says mean things and that Ive stopped giving 2 s h i t s to him (but not exactly in those words). Once I dare to be bold, she instantly calls my husband, and then calls my parents to complain that Im batameez.
Im sick and tired of this. I want to hear from anyone who has worn my shoes before on how to tackle with her and my bil smartly. Everytime there’s an issue that his family has with me, my husband leaves me to face the wolves and retreats into his own peace. Please help..