It didn't start off this way you know. In the beginning she liked me... almost too much. From the start she acted like I was so wonderful... amazing... and absolutely perfect for her son. According to my fiance she thought I was beautiful and she was so absolutely ecstatic we were together! My fiance and I have known each other for about 9 years now. We met while he was dating another girl, and while I admit it was wrong, we were together during at least half the time they dated. So, to make clear, my fiance and I have dated on and off for about 9 years. However, I didn't meet his mother... or get to know his mother rather, until this past year.
I guess it all started with our vacation to Hawaii. His mother planned it, and of course my fiance decided we were going to go. I was against it from the start, but I decided to make him happy we would go as well. She made it seem like she was doing us such a BIG favor by paying for the down payment on the cruise, but later I would figure out that was not the case. In hind site the only good thing I have taken from that VERY EXPENSIVE TRIP, was that my fiance proposed to me there, which is a memory I will always cherish!! Ok, so back to the point, not only did his mother plan the trip... she planned every single solitary aspect of this trip. For most of the trip we weren't asked what we wanted to do ... only what we were going to do. I wanted to enjoy the sun and the beautiful atmosphere, and she wanted to do every single touristy thing there was to do. I should also say, this was my very first trip to Hawaii, and she had already been, twice.
Through the whole trip the only thing she wanted to talk about was how much she hated my fiances' sisters new husband. How lazy he was , how trashy his family was, how useless, and how unworthy of his sister her new husband was. She only put him down, criticizing his job, and how much money he made, which by the way didn't I mention his mother has NEVER WORKED A DAY IN HER LIFE. I swear to GOD she really hasn't. Anyway, so while we are in this beautiful atmosphere and romantic place, we were for the most part packed into a small car with this whale of a woman and her wonderfully gentle husband. We hardly ever got time alone. The only time it happened is when I demanded it. My fiance is so scared of his mother that he never even wanted to eat a meal without her, fearing her backlash.
After the proposal I guess is where it all went downhill. Up until this point she was acting like she was my best friend HAHAHA. So, after my very romantic and sweet proposal... which she helped set up and then continually complained about for the duration of the trip BLAH BLAH BLAH... I think she just freaked out and decided that she didn't like me anymore. The next day after the proposal she started making comments about how happy my fiance had been in his previous city, before he moved to be with me, and how miserable he sounded now. I am underestimating when I say she said it probably about 20 times. Finally after I had been fed up with her holier then thou act, and her my son is a god sermons... I had had enough. I think it could have been that I was cranky and just tired, but ultimately it was her badgering and her obvious neglect for others feelings that led to my break down.
We were sitting down to dinner at our cruise, and she said it again... "you know you were so much happier in ______, I remember how happy you sounded over the phone and you could just hear it in your voice. Now you just sound sad and unhappy all of the time." I looked at my fiance and just glared he looked at me and knew it was coming. Then she said it again.... and I glared again... the whole table was silent as me and my fiance and his step father just sat in awkward silence. She looked at everyone and said, "What, what have I said.... it's true, he was happier there" and then preceded to say it again. My fiance ... finally standing up for me said, Mom you know you are being really inconsiderate for peoples feelings here. She looked at me and said, you know I don't mean anything, but he was happier... I broke down. I threw my fork down on the table and just ran away in tears. I ran back to our room on the cruise and just bawled. This would be the beginning of her hatred for me.
