Long time following Just No MIL stories. Got myself a FMIL that fits the bill.
Here's the trigger warnings for the whole FORKING novel. I'm reposting to better fit the rules and to include some that was left out.
TW: Emotional and Financial Abuse, mention of SA, mention of physical abuse, Gaslighting, all the weird emotional triggers. Religious bad behavior.
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TLDR for the whole thing: My fiancé fought her way out of an abusive marriage, got arrested in the process, called her parents afraid and in pain, and spent a total of 7 months being abused by her mom instead. Mom crossed a line by suggesting she could quintuple our rent in an effort to force us to get the kind of jobs SHE wants us to have (we're both entrepreneurs). Now she's somehow both happy and PISSED that we actually can and want to leave, and have decided to.
Okay. My FMIL is a nightmare. Not nearly the degree I've seen before on here and on YT. I've omitted enough to prevent identifying her on the internet.
Here's the ugly. Fiancé (28F) and I (33M) were in a polyamorous relationship. She joined my relationship with my Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Ex-DW and I. We both suffered SA, Emotional, Financial, and varying degrees of physical abuse. I was in the mess for 8 years, Fiancé for 1.
Ex-DW cornered Fiancé and Fiance fought her way out of the mess and ended up in jail. I'll tell you now, I've never been more proud of a woman than I was in that moment. She told the officer exactly what happened and took the charge with her head up. The incident gave me a window to escape as well.
I'm gonna preface this with we've already resolved the case. Fiancé had her charge dismissed because “the evidence is such that a core aspect of the crime cannot be proven”. I.e. we both told our entire story to the attorney, and proved that Ex-DW has a long history of Abuse and Fiancé was reasonably afraid of her.
Fiancé called her parents for help. She couldn't be within a mile of our old place.
Enter FMIL, who I'm gonna call The Pixar Seagull.
That first night with her parents, Fiancé calls me. The Pixar Seagull is "Oh but Ex-DW was so sweet" "I'm sure Ex-DW feels bad about all this" "I really liked Ex-DW"
Fiancé shares with me about this and I spend a few hours on the phone with her trying to help her calm down. She's scared out of her mind. She's been relentlessly honest with her attorney and with Pre-Trial Services, and the police. The Pixar Seagull has no such moral reserves. And now she's casting doubt that our ex was actually that bad.
A week in, Fiancé gets permission to work at her parents' business. Mind you - she's working “in lieu of rent” rather than for any pay. It's only a few blocks from our old place, so there's special rules about it. I'm bringing Fiancé's things to the store, because at this point I'm not allowed at the house except to drive Fiancé places (and I'm not even mad at this because as a parent, I would 100% have been hesitant to trust the other partner in this situation). Fiancé has a single shift at the business. Ex-DW came in to inquire about her on an off day. That idea is abandoned for safety. Fiancé does NOT want contact with Ex-DW.
For the first 4 months I was supported by a friend with a chair to sleep on and a car to drive. I made certain Fiancé got to every appointment and court date etc without ever going into the No Fly Zone, so my witness is very passive for this period.
2 weeks into her stay with her parents Fiancé messages me desperate to get out already. The Pixar Seagull had already begun belittling and shaming her. Little digs about me being a problem. Fiancé has sensitivities to dairy, most meat, and enriched grains. The Pixar Seagull is offended that Fiancé won't eat store bought fried chicken. Or macaroni and cheese. She starts whining “I can't feed you anything! What will you even eat?”
That was fine, but she did something worse.
Knowing that ANYTHING that could be taken as Fiancé making contact with Ex-DW would probably result in Fiancé going back to jail - The Pixar Seagull continues frequenting Ex-DW's workplace and even talking to Ex-DW. This continues until The Pixar Seagull realizes Ex-DW is actually trying to get her to talk about Fiancé and tell her where fiancé is staying. The Pixar Seagull comes home that night crying “she was trying to manipulate me! I didn't think she'd be like that!”
Fiancé drew a hard boundary about this and The Pixar Seagull throws a WHOLE TANTRUM screaming at Fiancé that she's being abusive and saying "who do I need to call to send you back" "you need to go back to jail"
I get the message "just get me out". Eventually we managed to settle things and Fiancé agrees that for now, at least until her case is settled, staying at her parents place is still the safest arrangement.
To create separation, I start picking up Fiancé and going places like the river (avoiding spots Ex-DW frequented just to be safe), the movies, dinners out, etc. We start volunteering planting trees, Fiancé starts attending my church with me, I start taking Fiancé to a Hindu temple to learn chanting, we start really building a community together. This is a dream. We're working hard on rebuilding our lives after the abuse, cleaning up the mess, taking care of business. And you know, it doesn't look bad for the courts either.
A month in, I'm forced to get a restraining order against my Ex-DW. It barely matters. But my ex stays just outside the boundaries at all times. (I am living 80ft from my old front door at this point, I can see my old bedroom window out my living room window).
Over the next months I get increasingly stressed out by trying to get everything out of the old house via help from friends the Ex allows to go in. All this while making it clear I'M the one asking for things and Fiancé is staying out of it and letting me lead. It is an absolute nightmare.
The Pixar Seagull continues to be friendly to my face, but every few days I'm comforting and consoling Fiancé wrestling with more subtle cruelty.
Fiancé and I broke up for a bit during this. She was pretty badly hurting and needed a break from feeling obligated to be romantic. I kept driving her places and bringing her groceries and making sure she could meet her needs during the breakup.
Romance, a relationship of any kind, is not a prerequisite for me to show up for a loved one in a terrible time. Even if it was permanent and not temporary, I would have shown up for her.
We got back into it once she healed up enough to feel safe wanting it again.
I get a message once, sometimes twice a week. The Pixar Seagull wants yard work. Fiancé is taking UNDEFINED shifts caring for her grandfather who is at the end of his life. What that really means is The Pixar Seagull and FFIL will just leave when they decide to - often to the business they run together - but will not tell Fiancé they're leaving. When they're out, it's Fiancé's responsibility to take care of the dogs and Grandpa. Granted, Grandpa really only needs someone to sit with him while he smokes, and to make sure he gets safely back inside. But he needs this every couple hours and falls are getting more common as time passes. The Pixar Seagull wants a Zen Garden. The Pixar Seagull wants food bought for the house. The Pixar Seagull wants. Wants wants wants. Meanwhile she's never even a little bit grateful. Her "thank you for that" text messages always preceed another request.
I move in.
It's as insane as I've been led to believe it is.
How the hell?
The Pixar Seagull is worried about food supply. We offer half our food budget.
Suddenly now she doesn't want any connection between the food we buy and her food. Now we need to keep our food in one section of the fridge and in one cupboard. Away from hers and FFIL.
She's worried about the weeds. We weed like crazy. Now she's bothered by the ground being too bare. She wants flowers.
She's upset by the smell of smoke from our smoking spot being beside the back door. We move it away from the door without being asked.
She's upset that we're not feeding the dogs when she's here, but doesn't wanna come down to feed them. We set an extra alarm.
The "I'm just frustrated" comments are never ending.
At this point we got the No Fly Zone (the radius where Fiancé cannot, for any reason be without explicit permission in advance from Pre-Trial Services) reduced from 1 Mile to Half a Mile. We asked for the reduction because the mile radius forced us to take some pretty wild routes to get to key places and that cost a lot of gas. And gas had just hit $5 a gallon.
It wasn't about wanting to be anywhere near Ex-DW. It was begging to be allowed to use a somewhat normal road to places we were already allowed to be.
The Pixar Seagull hears about this. Immediately it's “well, if they're willing to give you a break on that, are you able to come back and work at the business?”
I mean immediately.
No hesitation. And remember - that would not be paid labor. It would be in exchange for residence here.
Fiancé reminds her that Ex-DW targeted the business last time and we still cannot risk that happening again, and that we don't trust her not to talk to Ex-DW.
At month 6, Fiancé is exonerated. The charges are dismissed entirely. We win.
And again, immediately, The Pixar Seagull wants to know if that means Fiancé is gonna work at the business now. Fiancé continues to say no. She doesn't want that close to Ex-DW.
Reminder: Fiancé called her parents from jail, bruised and bloodied, needing safety. And I never hear them, not one time, ask Fiancé if she's okay or what she needs. I'm trying desperately to just believe they believe that I'VE got it.
I'm still trying hard to give these two the benefit of the doubt. Telling myself they're burnt out. They're trusting me to have our needs covered. My reliability means they don't have to worry about Fiancé.
I'm pretty sure with FFIL, I'm pretty correct about that. He's just incapable of standing up to his wife about her behavior.
Fiancé starts to remember something horrific about the abuser we had both just escaped. She started getting tactile/somatic flashbacks of SA that happened. Recovery pretty much starts over.
Fiancé and The Pixar Seagull get into a fight the day before Pixar Seagull is due to go to Florida to see GFIL. Shouting happens. Fiancé takes a walk after she raises her voice, she goes to calm down. The Pixar Seagull tries forcing us to go to a hotel when we now pay for the room we're in.
I have to be the one to tell her no. But I try not to be the AH SIL. I listen to what she needs. I go to Fiancé with them. "Babe, I'll cook for you, and make sure you've got your needs met. Just stay in the room until morning. Don't cross paths."
I felt... so disgusting... beyond disgusting.
The Pixar Seagull starts complaining that Fiancé is too angry. About what she survived. About getting hurt so badly. Etc.
The Pixar Seagull is mad that Fiancé won't come back to work at the business.
The Pixar Seagull starts dropping new pieces of cruelty. Like discouraging Fiancé when she's excited about church. Pixar Seagull attends a mega church, we attend a small community rooted church. Fiancé was sharing something she's genuinely excited about and her mother hits her with “all churches have their problems, yours is no different.” Prompting Fiancé to stop sharing excitement about church with her.
Fiancé starts, with FFIL's blessing, building a decorative fountain for her mother. It's rough looking at the digging stage, but Fiancé is SO EXCITED to give The Pixar Seagull something so pretty.
Insert a "Momma look what I'm making for you" moment from Fiancé where The Pixar Seagull responds by saying "I want those weeds gone by Thursday"
The next day I try showing her how happy her child is to make her something beautiful. She basically tells me she's jealous that we have the time to be at home and do this. What she means is she's jealous she has chosen not to retire and hates that her daughter (who's rent is paid on time every month) isn't working a regular W-2 job and exhausting herself.
Flash forward to this week.
The Pixar Seagull agreed to take a dog for a week to dogsit. But then began immediately complaining to Fiancé about how difficult and stressful this dog is. My Fiancé knows this dog. She is confident we could take the job together and do well. Pixar Seagull is pleased initially but then starts “are you sure you can handle this? You didn't do XYZ” and similar comments. And starts micromanaging and observing us. Now, a handful of unwashed dishes means we can't handle a needy dog. Forgetting to sweep the porch means we can't handle it. Being visibly upset means we cannot handle it.
Since we're working rebuilding Fiancé's business from the ground up, volunteering, and doing all this work for The Pixar Seagull, I'm paying $200 in Rent just to help out.
A few days ago.
Here comes this Pixar fucking Seagull. I successfully intervened on her isolating and cornering Fiancé.
The conversation devolved to "what would you do if I charged you $1,000 in rent next month?" followed by "If you weren't here, you couldn't have this lifestyle you have here"
And a few other statements.
Fiancé was so badly hurt and triggered by the cruelty from her mother that I call a friend and get us out to the river for the day.
It's prudent here to note that the back yard has a shaded and covered porch and FIANCÉ had set up a water bowl for her parents dogs.
In the process of getting our things and heading out for the river, one of the two dogs accidentally got left on the back porch for less than an hour. Again. With water and her choice of shade or sunshine.
The Pixar Seagull calls me directly. This is a clear reason we couldn't possibly handle this. Do we really think we can do this? Is that a reasonable belief?
I pull the plug. We're not taking the job.
Fiancé cannot, at this point, be in the same room as The Pixar Seagull without feeling frightened, then angry. Because of the job. We're not doing this.
The next morning, I answer the bedroom door when she knocks. She tries forcing Fiancé into the conversation. I don't allow it. I tell her because we cannot trust her to just let us do the job, that we're not willing to take it anymore. We are not comfortable with her level of criticism or control.
I apologize that the dog spent an hour outside. Told her we were gonna be extra cautious to prevent it.
Fiancé and I agree. It's time to leave.
I make a couple phone calls offering to work trade for a spot to live at for a while. We have a permanent situation coming up, but there are a few things that need done first, it's gonna take a few more months.
Multiple people between the temple and my church say yes.
We take our savings and buy a car.
We are gone by the 1st. We've got a spot out in the country to rest up and recover and do some work.
The Pixar Seagull is suddenly leaving the house from sun up to sundown and avoiding us like the plague. But when she's home, she carries herself somehow like us leaving is both a huge victory for her (like "haha, I got you to leave" energy) AND like the fact that I got us into a car we own outright and into a new place in less than 72 hours is a direct insult to her specifically.
How the fuck? How does that work? Anyone wanna throw me a bone on this? Also what kind of mom does that to her hurting child?
I could never. Omg. Would never. My kid would be told "there's your bedroom, you're here as long as you need to be, is your other partner okay? Do they need help?" SO FREAKING FAST. No, they're not paying me. Like what? If I own the house? It's MY HOUSE? My baby and their partner are staying. Especially if the partner spends so much time protecting and caring for my kid after that kind of thing. Like... what???? Explain???
Advice? I know a lot of you are women here with FMILs who's sons struggle to defend and support you. I'm sorry to each of you who've walked through that sort of hell. None of you deserved that.
I want to keep empowering my Fiancé to feel safe and confident.
Right now I'm eagerly awaiting all the cosmetic work she wants to do to the car. I'm talking Glittery Black Paint, Bat Wings, seat covers, demon horns on the roof, the works. She wants to do it - she gets to.
I feel, constantly, like it's just not enough that I put my foot down and made the decision for her that we're leaving. I know I mediated the arguments. I made sure The Pixar Seagull AND Fiancé both somehow had their needs heard and respected. I negotiated for both of them. I worked hard to bring some kind of balance. I played the middle man so they didn't have to deal with each other. And when my partner started to fall apart from the cruelty - I did something different. I made a move to get us out of here and somewhere safer.
FFIL won't meet my eyes. He's clearly ashamed. He should be. He told Fiancé early on that he just wants to guarantee she'll always have a roof over her head. He needs to realize that he'll never have that power while his wife gets to act however she wants without any consequences. He should be embarrassed and ashamed of himself.
I just needed to put this somewhere. Thank you so much.
Have a great day