Hey, Hey Waffle Gang. I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more relationship stories. And if you do love a Reddit story, why not consider in a like, subscribe, maybe that notification bell too. Let's crack on with today's first story, which comes from Paul Man of Farts.

Oh, what a username. May's first story, which comes from Paul Man of Farts.

Oh, what a username. Am I the asshole for confirming my mother-in-law's suspicion that I didn't want her in the kitchen while I cooked?

Apparently, I am still in the doghouse for this, so I wanted an outside opinion.

My mother-in-law is not a bad person, but she can be very difficult.

My wife Sarah has learned to process these things with grace, which I appreciate.

I'm still learning, but I will get there, I hope.

One of the ways she's difficult is that she has some manipulative tendencies.

A very common tactic for her is to fake wine that she's not welcome here.

I guess I'll just go outside.

For the obvious implication that we need to comfort her and tell her that she is welcome.

I suspect she has some abandonment issues, but I am not a therapist. Again, my wife has learned to deal

with this over a lifetime. It's just the way mum is, which is fine. I hate it and it is manipulative

garbage, but I might do the same thing. My wife and I bought our first home last year, so we hosted

Christmas. This is mother-in-law's first time being a guest instead

of a host, so I knew we'd need to be patient with her. She's out of control of the situation.

That's hard. Well, it was Christmas dinner cooking time. Our kitchen can be generously referred

to as efficient and I was cooking for 12 people while Sarah played host. My mother-in-law

found every excuse to park herself in my way as I was trying to roast a goose and make five

sides. I had to ask her several times to move just to find space to chop. Finally, this exchange

to recall exactly as I can occurred. I said, hey mum, you can just go hang out in the

living room with everyone else. I got this. She said, oh, I get it. I'm not welcome here. Imagine this

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