Thank you, Chatterbox Sara, for sharing! Enjoy Chapter Two below or HERE.
After we had dated for awhile, N and I moved in together. We invited his parents to our new house for a lunch. N was pretty nervous. When they first arrived, this is what my MIL said:
"Oh wow! This house is so nice! I mean, I just figured everything would be all trashy and such. You're not black! Wow! I brought you a present, hope you like it! It's a pig. N told me you think pigs are cute, so I got you a pig as a centerpiece for your table. I love animal centerpieces. Where's your daughter? Is she black? I guess I've never asked that. Where is she, I want to see her. You know I love babies, right?"
E woke up from her nap and we brought her out. MIL grabs her and starts sobbing hysterically. She then says:
"Oh my God! She's so precious! I always wanted a daughter, but we ended up having to adopt and got him. I so wish we could have adopted a girl instead. Honey, LOOK at E. She's just what I always wanted, blond curls and blue eyes, she looks like one of my little porcelain dolls I collect. When can we have her for a visit? I want to take her to live with us, I mean visit us. If you two are really going to get married, then E is ours now. I want to bring her home right away, I just need to be with her. God finally granted my wish, now I have a little girl!"
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
And Speaking of Racists - Chapter Three
Labels: Bad Grandma, Crazy, Gifts, Hysterics, Racism, Reader Post
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15 comments:
ok thats just creepy!!
Glad she liked your daughter so much though. Its nice but very creepy.
Agreed, that's creepy liking, not good liking.
So your husband is adopted? What a relief! I would be seriously concerned that her insanity might skip a generation.
You have the tolerance of saint!
You have my deepest sympathy. Maybe your MIL needs some kind of medication because she just doesn't sound right.
I realise it must be hell for you to live through but man is it ever funny to read :)
I better not mention my MIL in case I get found out!
I can relate to this one. When I was in labor with my first daughter, my MIL handed me a card with $50 in it that said "Thanks for having my grandchild." Like she just bought and paid for it and was taking it home when I was done.
My mouth literally dropped open at the adoption line. Thank heaven for small miracles that the crazy genes aren't getting passed.
This can't be real! lol Who would say such terrible things??? This is just scary!
Um, we call that psycho around here.
Change the locks, she probably stole your extra.
Oh she truly is crazy!
weel this is really entertaining! So she 'likes' blacks, gays and apparently 'loves' her son to distraction!!
How did N turn out normal????
I'm sure you couldn't make this stuff up even if you tried LOL!
Oh my Lord!! My mouth is still hanging open in disbelief. I am truly counting my blessings right now.
I can only say one thing...ARRRGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
**Cue slasher music
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