Monsters, Hot Peppers & Hell

Mother-in-Law.

Those three words hyphenated together are the equivalent to the monster living under the bed.

Definition meaning from the dictionary: mother of one’s spouse.

If it were only that simple, huh?

Granted, I am a Mother-in-Law now that my beautiful, eldest daughter has taken that plunge into marital bliss. *eyes rolled waaay back into the head*

Presently, my view is that I am the most wonderful, giving, caring, patient, non-homicidal mother-in-law out there.

I do it for my baby girl. Otherwise I’m sure I’d be a horn sprouting, pitchfork shaking monster hiding and waiting for that boy to come around screw something up.
But, not me. I assure you.

My ex-husband’s mother was the devil reincarnated in female form.

I kid you not. She was scary right down to the evil glint in her eye and forked tongue.

She would aspire to purposely make me feel like I was treading on thin ice. That was generally verbal.

But did she stop there? No, she is Korean and she hates women who are not of Korean descent.  Just the way it is and always will be until she drops dead passes on into her next life.

Everything she would cook was flavored up with just about enough fresh chopped red-pepper to kill a two ton rhino. “Takey Diva somey dat”.

Sure, thanks. Let me get right on with the consumption of that. I love my gastrointestinal tract to be lit up enough that when I fart, I shoot flames across the room.

Looking back, I should have taken it as a sign. He has never, nor will he ever be anything but a mama’s boy.

She buys his pants, his shirts, he boxers and socks. She does his laundry. No wonder the man moved back in with her  before the ink on our divorce papers was even dry.

What kind of man was she raising?

I’m not all to sure about it, but I know she was in definite competition with me for his affection.

Good for her though. I got out of having to wash his vine ripened socks.

The above thoughts bring me to the following point, which was inspired by my favorite rag-mag.

Could one actually live with one’s mother-in-law on a more or less permanent basis??

I for one, would never even consider living with my significant other’s mother.

Even if she was an angel just like me, I couldn’t do it.

Two alpha-females in one house is a design for disaster.

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