I want to kill my FMIL
FH and I are moving into the apartment on the 1st floor of her house (it's a high ranch). We need to be moved out of our Port Jefferson apartment by March 15th. So, last week during our mid-winter break from work (we're both teachers) we started to move some boxes in; mostly books and things we don't need everyday.
Well, we went over again yesterday to drop more stuff off and I went to look in the cabinets and the fridge, just to see if she has moved all of her own things out.
Not only is nothing moved out of the cabinets or the fridge, but they are PACKED FULL. The bedroom has all of her ironing crap in it, plus other things. Every time I go over there, more of her stuff creeps into our apartment. Plus, the apartment only has one closet for storage. FH and I are making use of the garage and the laundry room to store our clothes and things we cannot fit into the apartment. The garage and the laundry room are a freaking mess too! She has made no effort to help us by throwing away her junk. I have never met a bigger pack rat in my life!
Living with this woman is going to be the biggest test on my patience. I call her my FHs 1st wife (she depends on him to do EVERYTHING for her).
To top everything with the living arrangements off, she hasn't even looked for a dress for the wedding nor has given my mother addresses of people she wants to invite. My mother has called her twice and FMIL has not called her back once. Not to mention the fact that she has helped with NONE of the wedding planning. I booked my own RD after she told me months ago that she would take care of it.
Dealing with this woman =![]()
Well, we went over again yesterday to drop more stuff off and I went to look in the cabinets and the fridge, just to see if she has moved all of her own things out.
Not only is nothing moved out of the cabinets or the fridge, but they are PACKED FULL. The bedroom has all of her ironing crap in it, plus other things. Every time I go over there, more of her stuff creeps into our apartment. Plus, the apartment only has one closet for storage. FH and I are making use of the garage and the laundry room to store our clothes and things we cannot fit into the apartment. The garage and the laundry room are a freaking mess too! She has made no effort to help us by throwing away her junk. I have never met a bigger pack rat in my life!
Living with this woman is going to be the biggest test on my patience. I call her my FHs 1st wife (she depends on him to do EVERYTHING for her).
To top everything with the living arrangements off, she hasn't even looked for a dress for the wedding nor has given my mother addresses of people she wants to invite. My mother has called her twice and FMIL has not called her back once. Not to mention the fact that she has helped with NONE of the wedding planning. I booked my own RD after she told me months ago that she would take care of it.
Dealing with this woman =
