Throughout covid I’ve had to scold my mil like a child because she would literally lie to us that she was popping to a shop and would be “so careful” but we’d find out she was chilling at other people’s houses when she popped up online.
We live with her and spent the first 3 months of covid not seeing our children in person to protect her, because she made such a fuss of how she was vulnerable, and we were genuinely scared.
She saw me crying face-timing my little girl throughout that time. She saw me not able to hug them but sit distances from them in the garden.
She spent all day complaining about people not following rules, shouting over announcements that they should be locking down.
But she did whatever the fuck she wanted to throughout covid, behind our backs, lying to our faces.
I finally broke down in front of her, saying I couldn’t take the anxiety she was causing us anymore and she needed to act like an adult and stop messing around. She agreed to stick to the rules.
We had some tense months where I couldn’t even look at her, she was making me so miserable. All this and I was locked in with her day after day after day after day.
It finally thawed out a bit. Easter this year I got her a big Easter egg. She popped out to drop Easter eggs on her grandkids doorsteps. Three hours we worry where she is - look at each other and get anxiety. We check online. She’s at her several grandkids scoffing chocolate, chilling in their tiny flat.
We went mental. She said “Sorry!” like a child who thinks their parents are over-reacting.
I ate the Easter egg myself.