I Hate My Inlaws!

Absolutely toxic and irrational in-laws.

Posted on Thu, Dec. 30, 2021 at 10:25 pm

I've gotten to a point where I'm sick and tired of arguing with my wife because her parents are once again intruding on our lives, being toxic, or just messing up their own lives by recklessly drinking and eating. My mother-in-law is morbidly obese and has been rude to me on multiple occasions. I once cut ties with them after my MIL told me to shut the fuck up during a family trip because she was upset about something that wasn't even related to me at all. Basically just taking it out on me once again. And I did keep my mouth fucking shut that whole trip. Didn't argue back or anything, but on that day, I made a decision to just cut ties with them because I didn't think I deserved that. No reason for me to hang around when I'm not appreciated. By the way, my wife did not stand up for me at all. She was giving bullshit excuses like, "oh, she was just talking a little too loud! I wish you two would just stop fighting!" She wasn't just being "loud" and I didn't fight with her at all. That generated a lot of resentment because I realized that day that my wife is always on my in-laws' side. She has not cut her umbilically cord. Let me tell you something. She still calls her parents "mommy" and "daddy"...and she's in her 30's at this point...Like honestly, wtf?

So I cut ties with them for about a year, and that was perhaps the happiest year for me since we got married because the source of strife was basically cut off. But during all that time, my wife begged me to reconcile with them almost non-stop, so like a fucking idiot that I was, I begrudgingly agreed. And somehow I was the one who had to say "sorry". Looking back, I was indeed a fucking total beta.

So like a year after that, my father-in-law got sent into the hospital because his liver was failing. Decades of drinking destroyed his liver functions. He got out, stopped drinking for a few weeks and somehow still miraculously got better. My wife and I went to see him, and guess what? All of a sudden the fridge was full of beers again. I remember sitting there thinking like, "wtf?" I looked around the room and nobody said a fucking thing. I was actually the only one who said, "hey man, maybe you should probably stop drinking now that you've gotten a second chance." But all I got was something like," you ain't my doctor, man, so mind your own business". My wife and MIL just fucking sat there and didn't say a thing.

I think everybody probably sees where this is going. Not even the end of that year, he went back to the hospital again, and this time was way more serious. This triggered a whole chain of events. Now he's dying in the house, having to go to the hospital to get his stomach drained every single week. My wife is now dead set on staying in our state to take care of her now dying parent. So now my opportunity of employment is severely limited. I've had to turn down seriously prestigious out-of-state jobs just because of this. I'm talking about 6-figure jobs.

What makes this worse is that these people are increasingly blaming ME for all their problems, believe it or not! It just got to a point where I just told them straight up like, "look man, I'm sick of my wife and her family keep making this my problem, and it's not. I didn't cause this. I'm sorry that you got sick. I'll always help when you need help, but you're just paying your dues, man." And now all of a sudden I'm seen as the big mean monster.

I'm sorry I might really need to just "be more sympathetic" about my supposed family members, but I'm serious when I say that I'm out of fucks to give. My fuck meter is empty. I have exactly 0 fucks left. They are absolutely without a doubt the most irrational people I've ever had the misfortune to know. Just constantly fucking up their own lives and creating problems for their daughter's married life. I mean, the things that I'm telling right now are only the tip of the iceberg.

Seriously, why can't people just be good? Like, it's not hard living the white middle class suburban lives in America. Just fucking live a peaceful life and not fuck up all the time. That's not a tall order. They are in their 60's, but no house, no notable income and no savings. It's not even about the money, but it's like they have drifted through life without ever having a goal. I'm actually paying for like over 90% of the shared expenses in my own family, and my wife occasionally sneaks money to give to her dirt poor parents. That's just another messed up thing.

So anyways, I'm totally done. I'm cutting ties with them for good this time. Hopefully my torment ends soon.

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