The man who had three mothers-in-law – a short story.

A man’s relationship with his mother-in-law is often beset with complex emotions and anxiety. Naturally, she demands perfection, on her terms, for her daughter; perfection which most husbands can neither understand nor attain. Dick fit the normal model. Whenever his mother-in-law came to visit, he immediately informed his wife and family that his car urgently needed attention. This ploy gave him an excuse to spend the duration of all her visits lying on his back under his car. Both his wife and mother-in-law commented on this curious coincidence, but neither deduced that the emergency was of his own volition. However, this story isn’t about Dick; it’s about John, who, unlike Dick, expertly managed to become best friends with all three of his mothers-in-law.

John was not a ladies’ man in accordance with any Hollywood definition; for although he was always immaculately turned out, he could not be described as cute or sexy. And yet, he was a ladies’ man. He could comfortably converse with any woman and put her at ease, take her for lunch, or entertain her at a game of golf without her ever feeling threatened. His knack had something to do with his enduring admiration for women, and the fact that he genuinely enjoyed female company, not necessarily as sex objects, but as friends and equals.

John’s first wife was his high school sweetheart, a knockout blond from the drill team. They got married during his first year at dental school; and set up in a tiny apartment in their home town. They lived hectic lives. By the time John graduated, they had two children. John went on to open his own dental practice and gradually saw success in his chosen profession.

John had once read a book on how to remember people’s names. It gave a tip that if you developed an association, such as an unusual facial characteristic, and tied this to their name you could use this to trigger your memory. John used this form of mental gymnastics successfully with his patients. He became so accomplished that he even developed word picture associations for people whose names he had no trouble remembering. His wife’s mother went by Goldie, which John liked because she always made him think of gold. This could have been due to the fact that she always wore an antique gold chocker necklace or perhaps because she had blond hair and favored cream clothing. It might have also been because of her business acumen and the way that her many referrals had assisted in getting his practice launched.

When their children grew up John’s wife defied expectations and became increasingly parochial and bored. John had fully expected her to mature into a replica of her mother, with the same drive and business-like approach to life. Indeed, when he was in high school his father had told him to make sure that he liked his girlfriend’s mothers for, he counseled, “Most women eventually turn out to resemble their mothers.” John liked Goldie, for her go-getter attitude, and her interest in art and literature. He always looked forward to a healthy discussion when they met. He had thought that her daughter would develop similar interests, but she disappointed him, and her only topics of conversation were the children and the latest TV soap opera. When the children left home to follow their own careers, she announced that she wished to join an obscure religious sect which would include their getting a divorce. John acquiesced, letting his wife move out while maintaining a close friendship with, her mother, his mother-in-law, Goldie.

John hadn’t thought that he’d ever remarry; but one of Goldie’s referral patients made him think otherwise. After a quick courtship they invested in a quiet destination wedding in Hawaii. They returned to a few years of marital bliss. His new wife took after her mother, Myrtle, and possessed a highly developed sense of empathy. When his new wife developed brain cancer, John and she, both agreed that they must fight this thing for they craved the opportunity to spend more time together. But even love as deep as theirs is not capable of thwarting fate. John, together with Myrtle, nursed her through her weeks of suffering. They held hands over her bed, and when she died, they mourned together.

John, true to his propensity to nicknaming people in his head, had, very early in their relationship, given Myrtle a secret mental nickname. He thought that it fitted her gifted empathy for others and complimented her given name. The name developed greater significance in his mind after the ordeal of the death, and the mutual support which they gave each other over their loved one’s deathbed.

Now John had two mothers-in-law to meet weekly and to count as his close friends. They both had similar interests in art and literature and so he introduced them to each other and they often dined together. John enjoyed the blending of business acumen and empathy which their interchange gave. One day Goldie brought her dear friend, Frances, with her. This lady contrasted the other two in her beauty and grooming for she was always perfectly turned out. Her conversation added a new dimension to the luncheon debates. Soon John was introduced to this lady’s daughter.

John certainly didn’t expect to embark on a third marriage but Frances’s daughter was an excellent oral hygienist and soon he invited her to work with him. They shared the same work ethic and had a healthy exchange of ideas. Love was inevitable. John talked to Myrtle, and she told him that the best compliment he could give her dead daughter was, to endorse the institution of marriage, by getting remarried. So, John got married for a third time. Now Frances joined John’s line-up of beloved mothers-in-law. She always wore a hypnotic perfume which John could only deduce was extremely expensive. True to form John gave her a nickname in his head, one to describe her perfume and exquisite essence, one to resonate with her given name.

Each Christmas John and his wife would treat his three mothers-in-law to a special dinner. As he sat at the table enjoying a good bottle of wine he would clasp his wife’s hand and the lean back and look at the three wise old ladies before him. At this time of celebration he marveled at the richness of his life; and luxuriated in the secret names which he had given them; the names, which reflected their regal gifts to him, of gold, myrrh, and frankincense.

Copyright © Jane Stansfeld, December 2013

8 thoughts on “The man who had three mothers-in-law – a short story.

  1. OK, you got me! I didn’t guess where this one was going. lol. But I do have to confess I had the best mother in law ever. I could do nothing wrong in her eyes so she was a real ego booster and I was sorry when she passed on.

    • I’m glad that you have good mother-in-law memories. It seems that everyone with whom I’ve shared this story had great mothers-in-law which makes me wonder whether the days of the ogres is passed! Dick, whom I mention, in the first paragraph is a real person so there are a few who had acrimonious relationships. Cheerio, Jane

  2. I was wondering where this was leading to. Although your trademark style, which I relish, was there, the stories by themselves were – well, flat and without fizz. But I suspected there was more to it – especially since you did not mention the nicknames of the lovely ladies.

    These thoughts went through my mind: How to land an old woman for life – marry her daughter. What a creep – lunching with three women, whose daughters he had bedded. Three inheritances – hmmm, a gold digger.

    Dreadful thoughts, I know – but that’s how much you confounded me, Jane dear.

    Did not make that connection – very well done indeed!

    Stay awake, for you know not when He knocks – this is the lesson and a great reminder for me.

    Thank you my dear,
    Eric

    • Hmm, “flat without fizz”, you are right and I found this one hard to perk up, but then water doesn’t have to be soda! I don’t see John as a gold digger, just a nice guy and why not be friends with the three who represent all that he thought was good in his three wives. An old woman is still an essential person and may be more interesting than a young one. (so speaks an old woman!) Cheerio, Jane

  3. Oh, I meant to mention that the name Francis made me stop for a moment. I always thought that was the male spelling of the name, and Frances, the female. Probably not important, especially nowadays, but did snag for a moment as I progressed through the story…still chuckling

  4. I am still laughing as I write this comment–you have made my day. As usual, I wondered where on earth you were going with this but was continually enticed. With the first sentence of the final paragraph I started to laugh and said “Oh no! I don’t believe it!” and my guess turned out to be true…whereupon the laughing wouldn’t stop. Thank you for my first gift of the season!

    • I’m glad that you enjoyed it – a good chuckle is always therapeutic! I worried that the story might be too much of a tease and a bit corny but if it gives pleasure then my goal is attained. Thank you and cheerio, Jane

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