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Wow... reading this thread, I feel incredibly lucky.
I have been living with my boyfriend, in his mother's house, since Dec 1 of last year - just a few days over 9 months. We are living together in her garden apartment, and I have actually had more issues with the boyfriend than with the psuedo MIL. We are both here as a transition place - My transition includes a personal journey which is now ultimately taking me away from my boyfriend, our relationship, and back on my own and in a different city.
While I have been here, I struggled to find a balance between "her" house and "my house. I love to make a space mine, yet my boyfriend was insistant that we leave her paintings, her trinkets, her wall decor etc etc etc up. FINALLY, after about 3-4 months, I was able to get compromise on this, and now we have a small sprinkling of this that make me recognize that I at least inhabit this space, in some way.
In this vein ... I will have to say that my boyfriend's MIL is probably one of the few on this planet that respects and acknowledges who I am - even so much to the point she has called me her daughter, and told me I am still part of the family even though that I need to go my own way. Part of it could just be time ... my MIL is 70.
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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna
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