As a young man in his middle 30s, married with two lovely boys, people would think that I should be very happy, especially now that things are in very good shape for me financially. But this is not exactly the case. My heartache actually started when I got married eight years ago, and this had nothing to do with my wife as she is truly in love with me. I also do not think I can live without her. The thorn in our marriage has always been my mother-in-law.
Ever since our dating days, I had always noticed that I was never well received by my in-law-to-be. She usually insulted me with the way she used to talk to me. At that time, I felt she was only being careful about the kind of suitors her daughter was getting close to. My assumption was that once I got married to her daughter, she would soften towards me and know that I truly loved my wife. In fact, during the courtship, my wife and I broke up twice due to the fact that her mother did not want me. Her slogan was, “You are not up to standard. You can’t marry my daughter.”
But because of the love I had for my wife, I always tried very hard to please all the members of her family with everything I had. At times, when the pressure became too much for my wife, she would become very cold towards me, though she often softened shortly afterwards when she returned to her senses. My family noticed my in-law’s coldness at the wedding and had their own reservations. But because they knew that my wife loved me and that her mother would not live with us, they reluctantly let go.
Occasionally, when my mother-in-law came around, we tried not to mind her actions and utterances, knowing that she would soon leave. She was always delighted to rebuke me at the slightest opportunity. She kept saying, “I have told you that he is not up to your level,” each time she noticed any slight disagreement between me and my wife. I had to warn my wife seriously to stop reporting me to her mother.
The problem reared its head again when we began to make babies. We had two boys within a space of three years, and though, we were doing well physically, our relationship was troubled. Our mothers usually took turns to help take care of the children and things were going well initially. I learned to ignore my in-law’s insults, knowing that it was just a matter of days before she would leave.
But one day, she had a fall in her home and had to come over to our house for a long time because there was no one to take care of her. As a loyal son-in-law, I did all I could to make life easy for her while she, on her part, never saw anything good in what I was doing. She complained endlessly over virtually everything. It could be that the food was not nutritious enough or she would say her needs were not being met. It got to a stage that my wife and I started having problems, which, in turn, spread
