My mother-in-law humiliated me in a restaurant, and Ive had enough of being her doormat.
Im 29, married to my husband Oliver, whos 31, for four years now. His family are very close-knit, which sounds lovely, but his mum has always struggled with boundaries, to put it mildly.
From day one, shes made it clear she resents sharing “her boy.” Ive gritted my teeth through countless backhanded remarksthings like, “I suppose this is what happens when sons grow up and forget their mums,” or, “Dont forget who loved him first.” Ive bitten my tongue to keep the peace, even when its made my blood boil.
Last weekend was Olivers birthday, and his family booked a fancy dinner at a posh restaurant in London. I made an effort, dressed smartly, bought him a meaningful gift, and turned up ready to enjoy the evening.
When we arrived, his mum had already nabbed the seat beside him. FineI took the other side. But before wed even ordered, she stood up, pointed at me, and announced loudly, “Shes so clingy! Give the poor lad a night off from being smothered by his wife!” Then she smirked at me and said, “Shift down a seat, love. Let his mum have a proper birthday cuddle with her boy.”
Everyone chuckledOliver included.
I was stunned and utterly mortified. Not wanting to kick up a fuss, I moved quietly while she draped herself over him like he was her date to the ball.
After a few minutes of sitting there, fuming while everyone carried on like this was perfectly normal, I decided I wasnt sticking around. So I stood, grabbed my handbag, and said, “Actually, Im off. Happy birthday, Oliver.” Then I walked out.
Later, Oliver texted me, furious. He accused me of causing a scene, embarrassing him in front of his family, and “overreacting to a bit of banter.” His mum followed up with: “Sorry if youre a bit delicatewe just like a laugh.”
Now Olivers giving me the silent treatment unless I apologise. I dont think I did anything wrong, but because it was his birthday, Im questioning myself. Was I out of line? Do I really owe them an apology?
