She says she is trying to get to know me, but yet she never listens to what I say or if she does listen she totally dismisses anything I say or feel. We have nothing in common, I've tried small talk with her, it doesn't work, we never see eye-to-eye on anything and it somehow always goes back to talking about what she, and only she, likes (knowing it's something I am not interested in). Honestly, there are only so many times I can tell her, "I don't like math and do not want to help you with your class." but she KEEPS talking to me about it. Plus she puts a lot of pressure on me, I am her only focus on these trips, she won't let me breath! She doesn't talk to anyone else, not even her own son who she never sees or talks to.

I've tried everything I can think of and am out of options on how to deal with her!

I don't know but she might want her son she doesn't want him to grow up. Maybe she'll never like me, maybe she will one day. But I don't really care because I'm dating her son, not her.

I have also had the mom in law from hell and I am so thankful that I dont have to deal with her. Life is so much easier when you can get along.

The first real conversation we ever had I was with my friend on our way to hang out with some of my friend while she was in town and I had baked cookies so I stopped by to drop them off for my boyfriend at about 10 at night, he hadn’t told me he wouldn’t be home so I decided to just leave them with his parents. They asked us to come in so I figured we’d stay for 5 minutes no biggie. NO! we ended up getting stuck there for 3 HOURS! and I had left my phone in my car. The whole three hours his mom talked non stop about his ex-girlfriend and how much she adored her she actually said, “I love, love, love, loooove *kisses her fingers* That girl!” She went on and on about how wonderful she was and how she was so upset that the two of them broke up, blah blah blah. When we finally got to my friends house they told me my boyfriends mom was psycho and they would never be in a room with her alone (too bad they didn’t tell me that sooner) I lived with her for a year and she compared me to his ex the entire time, telling me that “Danielle’s mom did a much better job raising her than your mother did”. Before I lived there she told me, “When Danielle would come over, she had her own key, if there were towels in the chair she would fold them and put them away” Sorry, I do my own laundry, I’m not going to do yours for you simply because I’m dating your son. And what really baffled me was that she ALWAYS tells me the story of how her mother-in-law hates her and so she told her, “You are Jimmy’s mom, I am his wife, we have different roles and I am not trying to replace you”. Yeah bitch, do you even hear what comes out of your mouth? Probably not because it literally never closes, I can have an entire 3 hour conversation with her without even opening my mouth.

For all of you girls who have wonderful mother-in-laws, count yourselves lucky. I got stuck with the fucking devil (Literally! she’s Satan).

I always thought she liked me because she was always polite and smiley when I was around. That is until she saw that her son and I were getting serious around the year mark. I always had a feeling she was saying things in Tagalog when I was around. See, my fiance and his family are all Filipino. His Mother is fresh-off-the-boat and barely speaks English. Turns out I was right to be paranoid, because his family that does like me ended up translating what she was saying. And it was not pleasant in the least.

She doesn't believe I can do ANYTHING correctly. Plus she thinks I am the biggest whore that has walked the Earth. (Little does she know I have only been with her son. Now him on the other hand, well….) It's really awful and we almost broke up because of her. Luckily, my guy figured out she was trying to stir up trouble and we moved away. I feel bad because I told him I didn't want him to choose me over his own Mother. Surprisingly (because he is such a Momma's Boy) he said that it was his choice and he wanted to be with me.

It has now been about six years and she still hates me. I highly doubt it will ever change because I am not Filipino myself. In her eyes I am some blonde, busty whore that stole her son away. I will never be able to change her view but I have learned to live with it. Instead we spend holidays and vacations with my side of the family. I think my family loves him more than they love me! So we always have a great time. In my eyes it's his Mother that is missing out, not the other way around.

He just came to vist me and met my parents here and that also went well. I guess we're both the kind of people you can bring hom to your parents so it wasn't unexpected. But still a relief!