My MIL guilt tripped my husband to tears about not taking them abroad and screamed at me when I tried to protect him. But according to my husband she's just a mom with dreams. [Part 3]. How is this normal?
Quick context before you read: My husband and I got married a couple of years back. He was working abroad and left a few weeks after the wedding and relocated back to India after his student visa expired. I ended up living with his parents for 8 months(5 with my husband and rest without him)- something I had never agreed to but was essentially bullied into by circumstances. We both finally moved out due to the toxicity I was facing there and have since gone no contact with them. I'm posting these incidents one by one because my husband thinks I'm the toxic one for cutting them off. Parts 1 and 2 if you want more context -
This one is less about what they did to me and more about what my MIL does to her own son. And honestly this one hurts differently because I watched it happen in real time.
Some background first. My husband had gone abroad on an education loan that he paid back entirely by himself. He funds my in laws' lifestyle and I'm not talking about necessities . They have their own pension and rental income for day to day expenses. What my husband covers is everything on top of that. Subscriptions, travel,hotel stays , internet, and a long list of luxury items(fancy expensive TV, laptops, Ipad, smartwatches, smartphones, appliances) I only found out about after we got married. I also found out a year into our marriage that he was regularly transferring a significant amount to my FIL every other month. He never mentioned it to me. When I asked why he never told me he said he assumed I wasn't interested in what he did for his parents. That's a whole other conversation. But I want you to have this context because it tells you the kind of son my husband is to them.
So my husband's visa didn't get picked and he had to come back to India. Around this time one of his cousins got his visa picked through his job and took his parents abroad with him. The cousin's mother, my MIL's co-sister, is the type who calls just to show off. And I mean that literally. She would call my in laws specifically to tell them which luxury car they rode in that day or which place they visited. Everyday. Like clockwork.
And everyday after these loudspeaker calls my in laws would sit my husband down and go on about how those two were living their best life and "look at our fate." Every single day. The implication was always clear even if not spelled out- their son should be taking them there too. My husband had already paid for their visa applications, the whole process, everything. The point was the trip. And they wanted their son to hand it to them.
I hated these sessions so I'd quietly disappear into the bedroom. But one evening my husband came into the bedroom after one of these and just lay down on the bed. He wasn't saying anything and he was visibly upset with wet eyes.
I asked him what was wrong and he said he just felt bad about his visa not coming through.
I felt really bad for him. This man worked incredibly hard, took a loan, built his career abroad, paid it all back himself, and was now being made to feel like a failure by his own mother.
I then did something I genuinely thought was the right thing to do. I went to the kitchen where my MIL was alone and I very gently told her that maybe we should avoid talking about the cousin's trip around my husband because he was really hurting. That was it. No accusations. I genuinely thought - this is his mother. She'll want to know he's upset but instead she turned on me immediately and kept yelling Who was I to tell her what to do. Who was my husband to demand anything of her. That it was her right to speak to her own relatives.
I was terrified my husband or FIL would hear so I reached out and gently held her hand trying to calm her down and kept saying "aunty please don't misunderstand me, he didn't ask me to say anything, he doesn't even know I'm here, I just felt bad for him." Everything fell on deaf ears because she was going like a broken tape . screaming.
I still remember how hot my face felt and how I was shaking. Even as I am writing this I feel like i am right back there in that kitchen hyperventilating. She kept going. "They are enjoying their lives" - she said this multiple times. "Look at our fate." And then she said this-
"He didn't work hard enough."
That made me snap and I came out of the frozen state I was in and said "no aunty you cannot say that. This is completely a luck based system. It is not his fault."
She probably didn't expect me to push back and just wanted to keep ranting. Her waterworks had started. She started justifying herself and said someone she knew had managed to get through because he "worked hard even after his h1b did not get picked." Never mind that this person had taken a completely different route that she didn't have the information to even understand properly. In her head her son just hadn't tried hard enough.
Then she started doing the "ok fine, his luck is bad, my luck is bad" routine and slowly calmed down. I begged her not to tell my husband any of this happened. She didn't respond. Just walked off without looking at me.
I went back into the bedroom still in complete shock trying to hold myself together. My husband saw my face and asked what happened and I just broke down. I told him everything between sobs. He asked me why I did that .. I knew he would but I think because I was so visibly upset he pulled me into a hug and said nobody had ever done something like that for him.
I was still sobbing, almost gasping for air as I was trying to say I never meant to come between him and his parents and I had no right to do that .. I kept abusing myself calling myself stupid. He kept me in the hug all this while.
But now, when I bring this up, he trivialises it. He says his parents have a right to have dreams. I agree they absolutely can have dreams. But there is a difference between having dreams and guilt tripping your son and holding him responsible for fulfilling them.
This was also not the only time she did this. One of my co sister’s parents went to Singapore after their retirement (They funded and organised it themselves, did not depend on their kids) and my mil kept throwing this at my husband with the same routine “our fate” /” they are so lucky” etc. Thankfully I was there the rest of the time and I would change the topic or talk louder to my husband before her guilt tripping routine would reach him .
One time since my fil was also sitting there joining her I casually said “uncle never took you anywhere haan aunty? My father always made sure to take us for holidays every year. Even now they go for holidays and my father does everything on his own” . She didn't like it but I just said that and then turned to my husband to ask about cricket scores.
What kind of mother does that? Why is my husband so full of guilt and ignorance that he keeps trivialising this. Am I in the wrong for even taking this to his mother? He still keeps calling himself a bad son for not doing this “bare minimum” for his parents when in reality he has done much much more and is still doing all that for his parents.
Before you start calling my husband spineless and ask me to get out of this marriage, I know all of that . I know he has a hard time taking a stand for himself despite being 32M. I really hope you understand that I am an independent person on my own but when it comes to being in families at max 1 or 2 women are head strong enough to recognize and call out toxic behaviour. I am already the villain of the house for daring to use the word “boundaries” to my in laws. Everyone just expects women to “forgive and forget” and because my forgive and forget expired after 10-15 passes I am labelled arrogant and toxic. It is very hard to even be right when you are simply surrounded by 100s of wrongs or enablers of those wrongs.
My parents are better people than this, they recognize it is toxic in fact they had even tried to warn me before getting married how they were not very happy with the family I would be marrying into (they loved my husband but not his family not so much) . They wanted me to marry a man I chose and I chose this man. I was just young and did not know I would have to take in the family as well.