Whatever you’ve heard about Italian mother-in-law’s are probably true, or pretty darn close. For the most part, mine isn’t TOO bad, basically a milder version. There are moments that she drives my husband and I crazy. For the first few months my husband and I were married, I didn’t say too much. Now after three years, I’m not afraid to tell my husband what I think about his mother. Now he’s starting to “see” how much a pain in the back side she can be.
For example. Last weekend my husband went to Slovenia for a bikers meeting and returned yesterday. He called home every day to let me know he was ok. Then he would proceed to call his mother, not because he wanted to, but because SHE wanted him to. My husband told his mom only to call in case of an EMERGENCY. Yesterday, while he’s on his bike in Austria, she calls him, just because. When he didn’t answer his phone (since he was on his bike), she immediately calls me wondering if my husband had called home yet. Not two minutes later, my husband calls home. I told him about his mother calling, he starts going off, and I don’t blame him. He’s almost 41 years old, intelligent man and is able to take care of himself. Yet his mother feels she NEEDS to talk to him EVERY day. Get a frickin grip lady, your son is a grown man with his own life and family now, time to cut the apron strings!
Once we were over at my husband’s parent’s house, and my husband’s mother ordered pizza delivered. When it arrived, she went downstairs (they live on the 2nd floor), to pay for the pizza, but I had to bring them upstairs. She had a backache, therefore she couldn’t bring up 4 pizzas that didn’t even weigh a pound, including the boxes, up a flight of stairs.
One Sunday the four of us, my husband, his parents and I went for lunch with a couple of friends of the family. Basically everyone in the family smokes, minus my husband’s sister and her husband. When my husband’s mother wanted to smoke, she’d put an unlit cigarette in her mouth, and just sat there expecting someone to light it for her. This wasn’t a once or twice incident, but ALL day! After the second time, I just ignored her. I figured if she wanted to use my lighter, she can ask me directly. About a week or so later I was out and about with her, we had stopped for a coffee. Afterwards, we were outside, she pulled the same stint. Finally I told her point blank “If you want to use my lighter, just ask me!”. Don’t play helpless/I’m too lazy to do it so will you do it for me attitude with me.
One day I was with my husband will he was running errands for work. His mother calls ME, to ask my husband to stop and get cigarettes for her, since she was too lazy to go get them herself. Heaven for bid she’d actually have to drive the six blocks to get them.