I fell out with someone thanks to my poor mil about 3 years ago
I met this woman at work-i agreed to do her hair at mine
She used to come over once every 6 weeks,talk at me,about people I don't know and overstay (everytime) by about 4/5 hours-she was a drain
Anyway,it was coming up to Christmas and mil had come to stay for the holidays
This woman banged on my door,demanded me to do her hair (I was a soft fool),sat on my sofa and started talking at us both-for some reason she started telling mil how to walk up and down the stairs (backwards-if mil tried,shed fall down them),where to buy knickers (wish-mil is a loyal fan of m&s) and how to live her life after we lost fil a few months earlier-'get out there lass!' (They'd been married for 50 years-hed been dead less than 9 months)
She stood up,went to my toilet,came back down and stood in my doorway-I'm giving mil the 'I'm so sorry-ill get rid face'
When asked why she didn't just sit down,(by my very polite mil) she replied 'well pebbles,on which seat did you give dp a blow job?I don't want to sit THERE!'
I don't know who was more mortified-me or mil (I adore her,but some topics are off limits-my sex life with her son is so far off the scale)
I booted this woman out and have never spoken to her since
I also grew a backbone and don't put up with any shite anymore-one chance and your gone now