“Unveiling the Secrets: What It Truly Means to Be a Good Mother in Today’s World”
Added on December 23, 2024 inASTROLOGY CARDS
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I met my mother-in-law when I was just a teenager, and let me tell you—it was quite the introduction! Picture this: I’m in the heat of a classic teenage squabble with my boyfriend, and here comes his mother, flying into town all ready to meet me. But there’s just one little hiccup—my boyfriend would rather face a firing squad than have me introduced to the woman who raised him. “No,” he insists, but his mother? Oh, she’s not taking “no” for an answer. “Yes!” she counters, and this back-and-forth continues like a scene straight out of a rom-com.
As the drama unfolds, it becomes clear; she wasn’t leaving until I was introduced, fight or no fight. There I was, scrambling to present my best self in a thrift store find that was as blue as my nerves! And can you imagine the tension? My husband, arms crossed, glaring daggers from the sidelines as his mother warmly approached me. What a sight! This moment, along with a polaroid snapped under the most awkward of circumstances, would later become a cherished artifact in a box labeled “things that made my son a man.”
Join me as I peel back the layers of this unexpected relationship, tangled in emotions, misunderstandings, and the curious bond that ultimately blossomed through it all. It’s a tale of love, humor, and a touch of family drama that’ll leave you wondering—how can a first impression go so terribly wrong, yet so right all at once? LEARN MORE.
I met my mother-in-law when I was a teenager. I would not have met her, if my husband would have had his way.
She came to town; Tucson, this is, to see her son and meet his girlfriend. But when she got there, we were having a fight. It was common occurrence with us, but anyway, she flew in and wanted to meet me. He said, “No”!
She said, “Yes.”
He said, “No!”
She said, “I want to meet, Elsa!”
He said, “No!”
Days passed, and she started again. “Take me to meet, Elsa!”
“No!”
She finally told him she would not leave and go anywhere, UNTIL SHE MET, ELSA. “Take me to meet, Elsa, or else!” She was serious, so he relented.
Now imagine this. He’s in a flaming fight with me. He now has to call me so I can meet his mother! Which he does.
“My mother wants to meet you,” he mumbles on the phone. I can tell he’s pissed out of his mind.
“Meet me? Why?” I say, innocently.
“Fuck if I know. She’s crazy,” he says. “She wants to meet you and she won’t leave the house, until she does. You were my girlfriend. She wants to meet you, even if you no longer are. She says she won’t leave, Tucson, without meeting you. Will you meet her?”
“Well, sure,” I said, laughing inwardly.
He mumbled what time they will be over and hung up, abruptly. The message was clear. “I don’t like you. This is for my mother, only.”
I pretty much knew, we’d be back together, once he cooled off, but this was an awkward situation. I have Libra. And Capricorn! I’d wanted to look pretty and make a good impression, even if I’m fighting!
I had to quick run to Goodwill and get a dress. Somehow, I found a blue one, that looked new and fit me, perfectly. Three dollars! Not my color, not my style, but so? It was an insane scene, and I’d do my best.
My husband and his mother pulled up and I came out to meet them in my brand new used dress, he’d never seen. I was very nervous, not knowing what to expect.
Well… they got out of the car and my mother-in-law came right to me and greeted me, warmly. Meantime, my husband stayed leaned against the car, arms crossed and fuming. I mean, steam was streaming from his ears. “Don’t pay any attention to him,” his mother says. My head, jams.
Hard not to pay attention to him. If looks could kill! But she was very nice. I visited with her, the best I could. Ultimately she saw he was not going to relent and speak to me.
She apologized for her son’s behavior and said she would like to get a picture of us together. I was willing, of course, but he was not. She implored him to stand next to me. He REFUSED.
Seeing he was not going to relent, she asked him to stand somewhere so she could get us both in the frame. “We’re not leaving until I get my picture!”
On that, he made a huge circle, around and away from me… to stand, ten feet behind me, positioned so we could both be in the frame.
His mother again, apologized for him. I was embarrassed – the toxic Pluto person. But she snapped a polaroid picture: me, smiling, in my crisp, freshly ironed, blue dress. My (now) husband, standing way back, behind me, with glaring, death eyes.
Ultimately, that picture, along with two others wound up in a box, along with other important artifacts. She labeled the box, “things that made my son a man”. I did not know this, and would not see these pictures for more than twenty years, but he would.
As for the other pictures, my husband worked in missiles at the time. He had to be “on alert” (underground in the missile), on a twenty-four hour shift, every three days. While he was gone, she took a cab, behind his back, to come see me in my bar, and talk to me.
She did not think we should break up! Well… he was quite pissed at me, as she herself, witnessed. I mostly cried, while she talked, but she did take the two pictures, shown. So, she had these three pictures and she put them in the box. This was all unbeknownst to me.
Eventually, my husband I broke up, for real. He married someone else and I just about died, unbeknownst to him. I would not get an update on this story for twenty-three years.
At first, my husband told his mother to get rid of the pictures of me. Apparently, she would take them out and look at them and he’d get pissed off. “Throw those away!”
“I will not throw these away! These are my pictures and they will not be thrown away!”
See how they are?
Years passed; intermittently she took the pictures out, he told her to get rid of them. “No.”
He also did not know where she got the bar pictures, and she would not tell him.
“Did she send those to you?” I mean, he had no idea she came to see me! “Why is she sending you those pictures?”
“Why do you care? You don’t like, Elsa, but I do. These are my pictures and I will take them out and look at them whenever I want!”
But then something happened… now he wanted her to give him the pictures.
“No,” she said. “These are my pictures! If you wanted pictures of, Elsa, you should have taken some. I wanted her picture, so I took her picture and now these are mine and no, you can’t have them…”
More than two decades later, we got back together. I found out about the box, and she gave me the pictures. Make of this what you will!
I’ll tell you something else about her. She never once got in between my husband and I. I find this incredible, because in all of my relationships, she is the only mother who managed to stay out of it.
I learned from her and took this position with my son. While I would never side against my son, I will also never side against his partner. It’s easy to do, because I have, Libra.
Last thing to say, she and I have the same name (mine is a derivative of hers). We also have the same sun and moon sign. Her Venus is conjunct my Mars and my Venus is conjunct her Mars.
Not that men marry their mother or anything…
But really, I admired my mother-in-law and that’s a fact. She also drove ‘cross a number of states, to save this dog and did many other heroic, interesting and courageous things.
She will be remembered well and missed by many.
*I would post the blue dress, but I can’t find it at the moment. Sorry!
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