Dear Ex Mother in Law,
I can not begin to explain to you the joy and heartbreak that I have endured over the past 15 years, since I met your son. More specifically though the emotions that I have felt over the pat 7 months. Yes, I did ask your son for a divorce. We sat on the bed we had shared and we cried together as we discussed how our marriage had fallen apart. He begged me to give us a few more months in our house, for our son’s sake. I agreed. And then six days later, you paid for him to file for divorce against me. Well, good for you. I bet you and your husband are very proud of yourselves. Proud of the parents you are and proud of the slouch of a son you raised.
Well I would like to tell you something. Over the course of the past 15 years, I have been met with a great deal of pain, ridicule, and emotional abuse at the hands of your son. I walked on eggshells every day, never knowing when he would blow up over something silly. I listened to him scream obscenities at people driving past our house “too fast” while he mowed the yard. I listened to him complain about the multiple times he had to go to work mandated anger management classes. And all this time, you acted as if I was the bitch.
And then there is everything you put me thru, dear ex mother in law. The nastiness. The shaming. The incessant emails after my son was born, telling me how terrible I was even I after begged you to stop. The comments about my baby in the NICU and how terrible I was for making you scrub in before you could enter (hospital rules by the way). The terrible way you treated me when I was pregnant, with your sideways comments about myself and my family. You are the kind of woman who will go to mass to pretend to be a God fearing Christian and then walk out and talk badly about every person in there. I hope there is a God, because surely one day he will have a special kind of place for people like you.
Now let me tell you about the past 7 months, I have met the love of my life. He is a wonderful, mature, decent, loving, kind man who treats me like a partner and treats my son like his very own. I love him and we are getting married. That’s right, your grandson is going to have a stepfather. One who will teach him how to be a real man. To teach him how to treat a woman. How to be kind and gentle and loving. And we are buying a house together. We close on it in 9 days. My son will have a bedroom AND a playroom AND a pool! All the things your son could not provide because he refused to give up video games, comic books, and action figures.
Lastly, I would like to thank you. Not because of what you gave me or did for me, but for teaching me the kind of person I never want to be specifically the kind of mother and eventually mother in law I NEVER EVER WANT TO BE. Every experience and every person we encounter in life teaches us something. You taught me what evil looks like. You are a wolf in sheep’s clothing. And I feel very sorry for the next woman (if there ever is one) that falls for your son.
Your ex daughter in law