I Refuse to Wear My MIL’s Clothes, and She Found a Way to “Punish” Me

It’s one thing when your MIL tries to help, but it’s another when her “help” feels more like a fashion nightmare. Our reader’s MIL has been giving her clothes that just don’t suit her, think hand-me-downs that look more like grandma chic than trendy. While the intention behind it is to help out financially, the results leave her feeling aged and uncomfortable.

One of our readers dropped us a message.

Angela Thomas

2 weeks ago

TELL HER. YOUR GROWN. POLITELY. SHE’LL GET OVER IT.

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Thank you for reaching out! We appreciate your message and hope our tips will be helpful to you.

Talk to your husband.

Let your husband know how you’re feeling about the situation. Express that it’s not about disrespecting his mom, but about you wanting to feel confident and comfortable in what you wear. Be honest and share how this is affecting you emotionally.

Set clear boundaries.

It’s important to communicate your feelings to your MIL in a calm but firm way. You can let her know that you appreciate her trying to help, but that you feel more comfortable in clothes that fit your personal style and body type. You don’t have to accept clothes you don’t feel good in just because she wants to help.

Have your husband step in.

If the issue continues to escalate, you might want to have a sit-down with both your MIL and your husband. Together, you can address the issue as a team. Your husband can help bridge the gap between your needs and his mom’s intentions, which might make her more receptive to your perspective.

Find a compromise with her.

If your MIL insists on giving you clothes, try to find a middle ground. Ask for clothes that are in better condition or pieces you might actually wear, instead of just accepting everything she offers. You can also suggest that she buy new clothes for you occasionally, but in a way that makes you feel comfortable. This way, you get to maintain your style while still honoring her desire to help.

Coming home starving after a long day and finding nothing to eat is the worst. In this article, that’s exactly what happened to one of our readers. But it got even worse when he realized his wife had eaten the entire pizza meant for dinner. Hunger quickly turned into a full-blown argument about respect, fairness, and whether having a hot meal should be an expectation in marriage.

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