Life went tits over taint when my monstrous bint of a MiL slapped my eldest son for pecking his boyfriend and my cockroach husband took her side. I'm currently in the midst of divorce, and the JustNo subs have begun my place of support and venting. I am Caucasian and my STBX is Indian.

In my entire marriage, the only family trip or holiday that did not involve Devil Dadi were the trips I would make with my children to visit my family in America. My STBX husband only accompanied us once and thereafter decided that he did not like America. In truth, these vacations were much better without him and his mother there. Devil Dadi loved the beach in particular, and she would organise multiple trips a year. She would also invariably accompany us whenever we planned a trip without her.

Devil Dadi would bring a portable gas cooker with her to the beach, along with a large pot and all the ingredients needed to make food. She would set up her cooker and begin preparing a biryani or curry, usually involving large portions of sand that happened to fly into the pot. Now, when one goes to the beach, light finger foods and treats from local cafes are much preferable to what she cooked, and most of this food ended up going home with her. She would squeal and whine that nobody appreciated her.

Devil Dadi would always go to the beach in a sari. She owned sun dresses, but she could not be seen in public out of her sari. The twat was quite firm that ladies should dress like her when in public. She was very insulted by my sarongs and sundresses, and implied that I was a cheap woman because of it. She should seen me in a two-piece. It may have killed her. She constantly cried about the amount of skin my daughters would show at the beach. One-piece swimsuits were very vulgar as far as she was concerned. She became even more irritating when my eldest daughter decided to wear bikinis instead.

I understand that in Devil Dadi's culture, woman are expected to be very demure. However, my children know their own minds and will dress as they see fit, so long as they are decent. Your children are people with minds of their own and unique personalities. How difficult it must be for one such as her to comprehend that fact. Indeed, my youngest son's phase in which he liked to strut about the shore in a speedo was rather cringy, but it was what he wanted to wear, and that was that. She tried to shame both my lads frequently by bringing them T-shirts to wear because they'd, in her mind, no doubt forgotten their own.

Devil Dadi did not believe in going swimming at the beach. She would walk in so that the waters reached her ankles and would shriek about anyone else going deeper into the sea. She would insist that they play in rock pools instead of the open water, ignoring the fact that there was a lifeguard on duty and that we are all very strong swimmers. My STBX was not, but he did take classes after we married and I learned that he did not know how to swim because Dadi felt it was dangerous.

She was fond of building sandcastles. When my children made them, she'd sit beside them with my STBX and attempt to have a friendly sandcastle competition as to who could make the better sandcastle. More often than not, my children would drag me in to serve as the judge of these competition. There is nothing sadder than an elderly bint and a roach trying to build a better sandcastle than a group of five children.

Devil Dadi once accompanied us to a beach in Europe. She was very scandalized to see the topless ladies sunbathing, and she was even more scandalized at the manner in which my youngest son and STBX were subtly ogling. My eldest was not so he was elected a good lad by Dadi and given extra pocket money from her for behaving himself. I don't think she realised the only reason my eldest son was not staring at the many tits on display was that he was subtly ogling the men.

Devil Dadi once fell asleep at the beach on a mat, and she woke to find herself buried up to her neck in sand by her five mischievous grandchildren. She was outraged and demanded to be dug free. My STBX helped her extricate herself and she called for the trip to be over and demanded I have the children eat raw chillies to learn discipline. Absolutely not. I got them ice-creams as a reward. I did tell them it was mean to bury people and to not do it again unless the person being buried was fine with it. Very recently, my middle daughter has asked if they're still not allowed to bury their grandmother alive.

While I am very tempted to set them loose on her, it is better to let her play in the sand with my STBX instead. The looks of pity sent their way by strangers are a better burn than the cremation oven.