Fortunately, and sometimes sadly, you cannot select your family. So, we must be prepared for a life full of both pleasant and unpleasant surprises.
Story 1:
My mother wants grandkids and is constantly pressuring me about it, and I don’t even have a partner. So I went on a third date with a man. We go out of the cafe, and I see my mother! When we said hello, my mother glanced at Jake and remarked, “Well, when should I expect grandchildren?” He even became pale, but immediately recovered and remarked, “We haven’t decided yet!” © Caramel/VK
Story 2:
My grandma and I went to see my aunt. I was around 12 years old. I had really long hair at the time. But, other from a simple ponytail, I wasn’t sure how else to dress it.
Usually, my mother, grandmother, or friends would braid it. My aunt was unhappy because my grandma braided my hair every morning. She pulled my ponytail one morning and simply chopped it off while my grandma was not home.
When we got home, my mother was horrified, and I wept all the time since the short haircut didn’t suit me. So now I had to live with a bob, and I wished to be like Rapunzel. © MissXaker/Pikabu.
Story 3:
My sister invites our mother to Turkey for a vacation. The mother always says, “You don’t understand, I’m 70 years old, it’s hard for me, and I can’t do it!” But the odd thing is that our parents work in the garden every day, growing organic potatoes that no one uses. And all under the guise of “Well, we have to exercise, it’s our hobby!” © Nachtwandler70 | Pikabu
Story 4:
My husband and I found out the other day that we are having a daughter, and we chose to give her the name Ariadne, which we both adore. My spouse recently informed his folks about it. My mother-in-law nearly gasped with surprise when she heard the name we picked! She instantly stated that the granddaughter’s name must be Maria like her grandma. And she thought that was out of the question. I attempted to explain my perspective and even provide arguments in support of our decision, but no one wanted to listen.
All of my husband’s relatives stood with my mother-in-law. My parents had backed me, so my mother-in-law yelled at them. She exclaimed that because we have a family line, we should name our children after their grandparents. It all escalated into a brawl, and I felt so horrible that I was sent to the hospital by ambulance. In the morning, my spouse called and we talked. And then my husband responded, “If Mom really wants it, we’ll name our daughter Maria, because it’s simply a name for a child. And we’ll name our second child as we want.
I snapped and informed him that I would register the child under whichever name I wanted, because it was only a name to his family. My husband became silent and muttered, “Well, whatever you want,” before hanging up the phone. I want our child to have the name that my husband and I selected. But I don’t want to ruin my connection with my in-laws. © YOUZHEZMARRIED/VK
Story 5:
My spouse and I keep our phones on mute until at least 10 a.m. on weekends. So now we’re asleep. I suddenly wake up to the sound of my hubby putting on shorts and a T-shirt. Immediately, the intercom rings. I ask him, “Who is it?” He responds: “Police.”
My mother texted me a screenshot of the water meter via Messenger about 7 or 8 a.m. And two ticks did not show. She called me at 8 a.m., but my phone passed away overnight. She called my husband, but his phone was set to quiet.
He received her note, which stated that he had to open the door to the police since they were assisting in the hunt for her missing kid only at 10 a.m. To say I was outraged would be an understatement. We’re 37 years old. © Zosia1987/Pikabu.
Story 6:
I stopped inviting my son’s buddy over because his mother imposed so many regulations. He couldn’t eat hot dogs or grapes since they were choking hazards. No hamburgers at restaurants or at home since they may not be fully cooked. No playing outside without an adult there to supervise. This continued through sixth grade.
I could go on; she’d email us during the school pancake feed fundraiser to say she was observing and felt they had probably kept the batter cool enough to avoid salmonella, so it was fine if our son ate the pancakes. That type of thing. The good news is that her child was quite typical. In contrast, I had another buddy over for him, and they were outdoors monkeying around and got a kite stuck in a tree.
His mom came to get him, saw it up there, scoffed at their efforts to fish it out with a rake, and ordered her son to climb up and get it. He hesitated, and she was like, “Get up there!” So he scrabbled up there like a monkey while I thought, “Yes, this is a normal childhood.” © FeatofClay / Reddit
Story 7:
Our family is facing a major crisis, and we don’t know what to do. My husband’s father took a DNA test for unclear reasons, and it was discovered that he is not my husband’s real father. My hubby is now 32 and I am 29 years old.
My mother-in-law did not refute it, but instead said something like, “Who cares what happened 30 years ago!” Do I need to memorize everything? After all, what matters most is that I have loved you for the past 30 years. “Don’t you care about that?”
She is a good woman; she and her husband have always been in love and harmony. But now my father-in-law wants a divorce. My spouse is furious with his father and resentful of his mother. They all text him to complain about each other. What do we do? I’m in shock. © Overheard/VK
Story 8:
My mother-in-law believes that my husband should physically excavate her vegetable plot and plant potatoes. When he timidly objected that he might hire an assistant for her, she said, “What are you for if you don’t want to do anything?” The husband quietly got into his car and went home.
A month and a half of total stillness. No calls or texts. She’s not interested in grandkids. But it has been so serene that words cannot express it. © WendyMage/Pikabu.
Story 9:
When my child was 18 months old, my grandma beckoned me over and said, “Here, try this juice.” Can you give it to the baby?” I take a few sips without thinking twice, thinking I should see if it’s too cold or sour.
Then I notice I’ve consumed some rotting food with an unusual aftertaste. I spit out this horrible item and ask her what it is. And my grandmother is like, “Has it gone bad? That is what I thought. The jar was swollen, with mildew on top… But I lifted it up gently, and nothing went into the cup.”
It turns out that she discovered an old bloated jar in the cupboard and, rather of throwing it out, wanted to give it to a 1-year-old child, but at the last minute decided to test it on me first. I’m glad I was going by; else, I’m not sure what would have happened. © Alidamai/Pikabu.
