oh, chinese mils. now I have something to add to the thread.
Mine decided to ask me at 3 weeks post partum if I had lost all the baby weight yet. Also I kept hearing her saying fay-yuh which I know means fat in Cantonese.
I'm still wading through your other thread, but my advice is to get the heck out of the house once those 4 days are up.
I'd set up a schedule... Mondays - coffee house, Tuesdays - book store, Wednesdays - library, etc. Keep that schedule to yourself.
I'd just make sure there's some food in the house that the IL's will eat. When we have company, I make sure to have a couple of drinks & other food items that they will like. Maybe your H can take them to the grocery.
oh, chinese mils. now I have something to add to the thread.
Mine decided to ask me at 3 weeks post partum if I had lost all the baby weight yet. Also I kept hearing her saying fay-yuh which I know means fat in Cantonese.
A couple of weeks after E's birth, my GMIL asked to see my scar. My c-section scar. You know, the one that runs through my pubic hair.
Yeah, no. I just said "it sits kind of low." and changed the subject.
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny
Post by pixelpassion on Oct 2, 2013 18:21:06 GMT -5
I went from my Mom's reserved and super quiet Korean Family to having Italian in-laws that yell about everything. LOL, that was a culture shock. My in laws are awesome though
My MIL is Vietnamese, and she "isn't used to people my size" (and that was back when I wore a 8/10).
Fortunately she doesn't visit us too often so I don't have to offend her with my fatness. And at least she said that behind my back and not directly to my face.
Thanks for the thread.. so yeah, what I posted is not MUD. This is real. These people are real. Apparently MIL told H when I wasn't around that SIL does every.thing for her H. Cooks,cleans and serves with no complaint. My H told her bluntly not to expect all that shit from me. MIL's response was - "of course, sequins wasn't raised by me". She also pulled the SAHW argument and said "I wonder why sequins is so lazy. She can't cook three times a day? Its not like she has a job or anything". So yeah, she is already shitting on my parents and how they raised me, so its not going to change with three course meals. I might as well chill and do my own thing. Yeah MIL, my mom raised me as a spoilt lazy brat. Too bad. Its fucking hard to let yourself be dissed but its liberating as well - not caring what other people think. Thank you all for helping me get here. I hope I can sustain it over the next few months.
I think another way for you to accomplish your new, breezy attitude is to have a frank talk with your H about not telling you all the stuff his mother says about you behind your back. Maybe in the past you have asked him (because you were genuinely concerned about how she felt about you), but your new, breezy self doesn't give a shit. So tell him to zip it.
I'm half Scottish and half British on both sides. I'm sure you've seen Braveheart? Its like my left side is constantly at war with my right. I can only paint one side of my face blue.
I do not have Polish toes...or maybe I do. Its a close call.
Lurker here (some day I will post without that preface, some day). I work with and spend a lot of time in Indian households and perform Bollywood and Bhangra dance (I'm way Caucasian... I stick out, but they seem to tolerate me as long as I don't pretend I can do mudras). The persona of Mammaja seems like a huge part of the culture. There are blogs and forums about it, and the native Hyderabad women who aren't married seem to talk more about what they hope for in their future mother in law than their future husband.
I have no idea if these are actually helpful in the heat of the situation, but just in case: Madh-Mama Blog