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Junior Maid Still Causing Major Problems

, , , , | Related | CREDIT: msfinch87 | November 30, 2020

I am the OP of Junior Maid Causing Major Problems.

My sister-in-law is still causing issues with my wedding, through her demands for her daughter, who at the time of this story is still set to be one of my bridesmaids. I would uninvite her myself and have been harsher earlier, but she is my partner’s only living close adult relative and it’s important to me that I look after him and that he’s happy, so I’m happy to take on the burden of dealing with issues and to make sacrifices – to a point.

I did not want traditional bridesmaids so I had told everyone that they could choose a dress they really wanted, pursuant to coordinating it with me so it was appropriate and they all worked together. I was also happy to pay for the outfits because I really don’t like the expectation that people participate in a wedding pursuant to my requirements and have to spend their own money to do so, especially when it’s an expensive wedding.

I said three things: no navy, no one shoulder, no splits. Sister-In-law (also a bridesmaid), without checking with me, went and bought herself a one-shoulder navy dress with a side split. It clashed with my sister’s dress (the actual Maid of Honour), and the junior bridesmaid dresses.

My mother, sister and I spent hours and hours reorganising the other dresses to make it work, not just to match her, but because she looked like the d*** Maid of Honour instead of my sister. We also pissed thousands of dollars up against a wall doing this.

I was petrified that if I told her not to wear that dress she would do it just to spite me, and we decided to keep my sister’s new dress private so she couldn’t get something else to upstage her again.

I am lucky because we are in a financial position to do this (we’re not zillionaires but we both have well-paying jobs and investments), but I certainly resented it and that is not something that is usually possible for people. I’m tempted now to send her a bill.

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If You Have Time To Chat, You Have Time To Work!

, , , , | Working | November 20, 2020

I work as a merchandising rep. My job is to go into stores to change stock, relay shelves, and tidy. I’ve just been to one of my favourite stores and have just gotten back home to find that my husband’s unemployed brother is visiting. He has worked for years in store manager roles and always seems to take an interest in my work.

Brother-In-Law: “So, where were you today?”

Me: “At [Store].”

Husband: “I thought you would have been longer; you’re home early.”

Me: “I got everything done quite quickly. I even made the lady I deal with happy. She saw me coming out the storage area with the equipment I needed to use and told me that all the other reps make her get it for them. I actually really like her.”

Brother-In-Law: “I used to love it when reps came in. I would stop and talk to them for hours. She probably looks forward to the nice chats with you, too.”

Me: “We don’t have time to chat. She’s got work to do, and I have work to do and very limited time to do it in.”

Brother-In-Law: “I didn’t worry about that. I was happy just chatting and they would give me free stuff.”

He still can’t understand why he never made it through the twelve-month probation period for his last three jobs or why he hasn’t gotten a job for the last five-plus years.

And The Least Charitable In-Law Award Goes To…

, , , , , | Related | November 7, 2020

I am in the spare room sorting out some old bits and pieces that we recently tried to sell — pictures, lampshades, etc. — and getting them ready to donate to the local charity shop.

My sister-in-law and her husband happen to pop round and a face appears at the door.

Brother-In-Law: “What you got there?”

Me: “Oh, just some bits for the charity shop.”

Brother-In-Law: “You should sell them, not give them away.”

Me: “This is the stuff that we couldn’t sell. Besides, I don’t mind if it is going to a good cause.”

Brother-In-Law: “I can take them for you!”

My brother-in-law never volunteers to help and typically never even bothers to engage me in conversation, so I find this a little odd.

Me: “Thanks, but that’s okay. I have to drive past the shop anyway.”

He seems to accept this. I leave the sorting until another day and join them for coffee. They end up staying longer than expected and I run out of time.

The next weekend, I get around to sorting the items again, but I notice many of them are missing. I ask my wife.

Wife: “Oh, [Brother-In-Law] took them while you were at work. I thought you arranged it with him?”

Me: “No, I said I would take them.”

Wife: “I did think it was odd. Weren’t you going that way anyway at some point?”

Me: “Yeah, I was. Bit annoying. Why didn’t he take everything? It would have fit. I still have to go there anyway. Whatever, it’s the thought that counts, I guess.”

We thought nothing about it until a few months later. We popped round their house and noticed a number of very familiar items. My sister-in-law told us how her husband found them in a charity shop really cheaply; he wanted to resell them but she made him put some of them up in the house.

We didn’t say anything, but it was clear that those were our things he took, and he never did give them to charity; it takes a few weeks for items to reach the shop floor anyway.

Annoyingly they don’t even need the money, but if he asked, I would have given the items to him as long as he gave some of the money to the charity he stole from.

Mama’s Moldy Marmalade Makes Me Mad

, , , , | Related | October 29, 2020

This takes place quite a few years ago when my husband and I have been married for less than a year, and we’re visiting his parents for a weekend. His mother uses copious amounts of salt in her cooking and likes “old-fashioned” food — casseroles, dumplings, steamed puddings, and the like. I’ve always thought her food had a weird taste, and this particular weekend I find out why. We’re sitting at the table eating a full English breakfast.

Husband: “I’ve just used the last of the butter.”

Mother-In-Law: “There’s more in the fridge.”

Me: “I can get it.”

I’m nearest to the kitchen door.

Mother-In-Law: “Make sure you get the oldest one.”

Me: “Um… okay?”

I go to the fridge to find no less than five packs of butter. Three are in date but two are out of date, one by over two months. I bring the oldest of the in-date packs.

Mother-In-Law: “Oh, no, dear, that’s the wrong one.”

Me: “The others are out of date.”

Mother-In-Law: “Oh, don’t take any notice of that.”

She takes the in-date butter back to the kitchen and brings back the old, expired, funky-tasting butter for our toast. I decide I don’t really need any more toast right now.

After the meal, I help to clear up. There is marmalade in a bowl on the table. My mother-in-law asks me to spoon the leftovers back into the jar — the jar which had a ring of green mould around the rim.

Me: “This is mouldy!”

Mother-In-Law: “Oh, that’s fine. I scrape off any green bits when I serve it up.”

I pick up the frying pan with the oil from frying the eggs.

Mother-In-Law: “Just leave that on the stove; the lid’s in the cupboard.”

Me: *Pause* “Pardon?”

Mother-In-Law: “Pop the lid on; keep it fresh.”

It was then I discovered that the pan sits on the stove more or less permanently. The lid “keeps it fresh” and the oil is topped up whenever it gets low. It has never, to my knowledge, been washed… and we’ve now been married fifteen years.

My husband has since realised that his parents don’t have the healthiest outlook on food, but he won’t “rock the boat” and when we visit he will happily eat anything they serve. I have cereal for breakfast, and I’m sure my mother-in-law thinks I’m a fussy eater because I take a cautious bite of my food and leave anything that doesn’t taste quite right. I usually have a stash of cereal bars and chocolate in my overnight bag.

Oh, Brother (In-Law)

, , , , | Related | October 25, 2020

My wife and I host a barbecue for us and my wife’s sister and her husband, our brother-in-law. My sister-in-law is okay, but I don’t like my brother-in-law and I’m not afraid to call him out on his selfish and controlling behaviour.

They show up late and empty-handed. My brother-in-law walks into the house without thinking to knock and immediately starts looking at his phone.

He spends most of the barbecue on his phone. We eat, drink, and eat some more.

We run out of food quickly, but to my surprise, [Brother-In-Law] offers to drive me to the shops to help buy more. When we are there, he even offers to buy some food!

We get back, I cook some more, we eat and drink, and eventually, it is time for them to go.

My wife and I tidy up and I start to sort through the leftovers and unused food.

Me: “Err… where did you put the ribs?”

Wife: “What ribs?”

Me: “The ones [Brother-In-Law] brought. There should be some more burgers and rolls, as well. I bought some nice sauces we haven’t opened yet; I can’t find them, either.”

Wife: “You don’t think [Brother-In-Law] took them, do you?”

Me: “No. No one would just take a load of uncooked food, right?”

It turns out that was exactly what he did. He hid the stuff he brought behind mine in the fridge so I would use his last. When we used some of “his” food, he took some of mine. 

My sister-in-law apologised to us a while after when he tried to pass off the stuff he took as his own. We see her occasionally, but we have nothing to do with him.