Pronstar’s “living with the in-laws” adventures
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I just vent a bit in this thread.
She’s always with grandpa when watching The Boy.
And we won’t put her in a situation that she can’t handle.
We had hoped grandma and grandpa would have been able to help a bit more with watching The Boy, but once they moved in, we’re thankful that we can keep a watchful eye on them.
General Zod
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Yeah, it tends to take less than idea personality traits and slowly ramp them up. With my dad, he was always kind of an asshole (Mom did seriously amounts of quality control on him on a daily basis, it turns out) so when he started getting paranoid and belligerent it took a while to realize something was different rather than him just being "in rare form".
Good luck, Pron. I hope it's just her being her.
The place directly next to me on the Northside of my property line is up for sale. Buy it & we'll have 21 acres together.... like your FIL & his neighbors.
Spent some time at the place my (legally <step> daughter - but in my eyes MY baby girl) my daughter just inherited from her mother and her current husband....
I divorced her 25 years ago when her lying and stealing (drained my 401K and told me "tough luck") became too much. She was always high maintenance and on the paranoid side, but I truly loved her and kept hoping we could get past it...no such luck.
As it turns out, the guy she married (my ex-SO partner) didn't quite get the bargain he thought....early on, he learned he had to keep ALL bank information secret, and ensure that no credit cards/checkbooks were left out. Apparently, about 6 years ago she REALLY went off the deep end - to the point that she moved into a separate bedroom with a deadbolt lock and peephole in the door. She ended up dying in that room last year of an aneurism because her husband didn't realize anything was wrong for a couple of days. He passed about 6 months later - likely the most peaceful 6 months in decades. Sad, really - but he "got" what he THOUGHT he wanted.
That visit impacted me far more than I would have thought - there were some pictures around, and I saw the "KEEP OUT" sign she'd posted on her door. I was saddened to think that she'd fallen so far - but from personal experience I knew there was nothing that could have been done to have helped her - her own daughter would tell you that she was pure poison.
I divorced her 25 years ago when her lying and stealing (drained my 401K and told me "tough luck") became too much. She was always high maintenance and on the paranoid side, but I truly loved her and kept hoping we could get past it...no such luck.
As it turns out, the guy she married (my ex-SO partner) didn't quite get the bargain he thought....early on, he learned he had to keep ALL bank information secret, and ensure that no credit cards/checkbooks were left out. Apparently, about 6 years ago she REALLY went off the deep end - to the point that she moved into a separate bedroom with a deadbolt lock and peephole in the door. She ended up dying in that room last year of an aneurism because her husband didn't realize anything was wrong for a couple of days. He passed about 6 months later - likely the most peaceful 6 months in decades. Sad, really - but he "got" what he THOUGHT he wanted.
That visit impacted me far more than I would have thought - there were some pictures around, and I saw the "KEEP OUT" sign she'd posted on her door. I was saddened to think that she'd fallen so far - but from personal experience I knew there was nothing that could have been done to have helped her - her own daughter would tell you that she was pure poison.
There goes the neighborhood
City approved everything, so we will start construction this week!
One of my wife’s cats was in poor health so we put the cat down at the vet.
I was tasked with burying it in the backyard.
MIL offers to help dig the hole.
I tell her the ground is rocky and it’s not easy to dig, so I’ll handle it.
She says that she and FIL will go out, I can dig a scoop, hand her the shovel, she can dig a scoop, then the FIL, then back to me.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
She insists the hole will get dug twice as fast this way.
Me, not wanting to dig a small hole for the next 6 hours using this method, told her I’d handle it.
MIL told my wife that I must really like to work harder and not smarter LMAO
One of my wife’s cats was in poor health so we put the cat down at the vet.
I was tasked with burying it in the backyard.
MIL offers to help dig the hole.
I tell her the ground is rocky and it’s not easy to dig, so I’ll handle it.
She says that she and FIL will go out, I can dig a scoop, hand her the shovel, she can dig a scoop, then the FIL, then back to me.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
She insists the hole will get dug twice as fast this way.
Me, not wanting to dig a small hole for the next 6 hours using this method, told her I’d handle it.
MIL told my wife that I must really like to work harder and not smarter LMAO
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So Mrs Pronatar and her mom had a blowout yesterday.
Mrs Pronstar was going to the chiropractor, was going to take Baby Rowdy since he was a little fussy but goes to sleep instantly in the car.
MIL says she will watch Baby Rowdy.
Mrs Pronstar is hesitant, Baby Rowdy likes two things: sleep and The Boob (ok make that three things). She doesn’t want Baby Rowdy crying the whole time.
MIL insists it will be fine.
Mrs Pronstar falls for it…she goes to the Chiro, and when she gets home, Baby Rowdy is wailing.
Mrs Pronstar asks “how long has he been crying?”
MIL says “from the moment you walked out the door, he’s been crying the entire time”.
That was not the right answer.
Mrs Pronstar was going to the chiropractor, was going to take Baby Rowdy since he was a little fussy but goes to sleep instantly in the car.
MIL says she will watch Baby Rowdy.
Mrs Pronstar is hesitant, Baby Rowdy likes two things: sleep and The Boob (ok make that three things). She doesn’t want Baby Rowdy crying the whole time.
MIL insists it will be fine.
Mrs Pronstar falls for it…she goes to the Chiro, and when she gets home, Baby Rowdy is wailing.
Mrs Pronstar asks “how long has he been crying?”
MIL says “from the moment you walked out the door, he’s been crying the entire time”.
That was not the right answer.
General Zod
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So this happened over the summer. I thought I had blocked the memory LOL
I’ll preface this with my MIL’s odd obsession with paper towels. She uses about a roll every two days, and they’re literally everywhere. To the point where, if she uses them to wipe up something wet, there’s a good chance I’ll see them drying in the sink, as if she’s gonna re-use them.
Her obsession is my PITA, because I’m picking them up constantly and throwing them away. Plus they ain’t cheap…and they take up a ton of room.
At any rate, I walked into the kitchen and there’s a frozen chicken sitting in the counter. The chicken is atop - you guessed it - a few paper towels and literally nothing else.
This fucking chicken is thawing and the whole countertop is wet with raw chicken water
So I put it in a plate after disinfecting the countertop.
There’s no punchline to this one, I was just peeved…still am, evidently LOL
I’ll preface this with my MIL’s odd obsession with paper towels. She uses about a roll every two days, and they’re literally everywhere. To the point where, if she uses them to wipe up something wet, there’s a good chance I’ll see them drying in the sink, as if she’s gonna re-use them.
Her obsession is my PITA, because I’m picking them up constantly and throwing them away. Plus they ain’t cheap…and they take up a ton of room.
At any rate, I walked into the kitchen and there’s a frozen chicken sitting in the counter. The chicken is atop - you guessed it - a few paper towels and literally nothing else.
This fucking chicken is thawing and the whole countertop is wet with raw chicken water
So I put it in a plate after disinfecting the countertop.
There’s no punchline to this one, I was just peeved…still am, evidently LOL
I hope she don't reuse TP.
Reminds me of relatives who wash and reuse tin foil. With the price of tin foil now days.....
Reminds me of relatives who wash and reuse tin foil. With the price of tin foil now days.....
General Zod
TGT Addict
Even my grandmother didn't go that far, and half her dishes were repurposed mason jars as glasses, and a full set of CoolWhip bowls for cereal, soup and food storage.
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