So, my mother-in-law totally humiliated me at a restaurant, and honestly, Im done with being her doormat. Im Emma, 29, married to Oliver, 31, for four years now. His familys really tight-knit, which sounds lovelyexcept his mum, Margaret, has zero sense of boundaries.
Right from the start, shes made it clear she hates sharing her boy. Ive bitten my tongue through so many snide remarks, like, Funny how sons forget their mums when they grow up, or, Just remember who loved him first. Ive always tried to keep things civil, even when its made my blood boil.
Last weekend was Olivers birthday, and his family booked this posh restaurant in London. I dressed up nice, bought him a proper thoughtful gifta fancy watchand was ready for a nice evening. But when we got there, Margaret had already nabbed the seat next to him. Fine, whateverI took the other side. Then, before wed even ordered, she stood up, pointed at me, and announced loud enough for the whole place to hear, God, shes clingy! Let the poor man breathe for once! Then she smirked at me and said, Shift down, love. Let Mum have some time with her birthday boy.
Everyone cracked upeven Oliver.
I was gobsmacked. Mortified. But I didnt want to make a fuss, so I moved over quietly while she hung off him like he was her date to the bloody school dance.
After a few minutes of sitting there, boiling inside while everyone carried on like this was perfectly normal, Id had enough. So I stood up, grabbed my bag, and said, You know what? Im off. Happy birthday, Oliver. And I walked out.
Later, Oliver texted me livid, saying Id embarrassed him in front of his family and overreacted to a bit of banter. Margaret followed up with, Sorry if youre a bit delicatewe just like a laugh.
Now Olivers giving me the silent treatment unless I apologise. But honestly? I dont think I did anything wrong. Was I out of line? Do I really owe them an apology?
