This is definitely a me problem, but I need to vent somewhere. MIL is here for Christmas, and I don't quite know how long after... For various reasons, we have not seen each other for about 3 years. Three days in and I am ready to not see her for another 3 years. 😳
The radio is on, just slightly too loud, on cheesy local radio, all the time. If you are in the same room, she cannot not talk. Every brief silence has to be filled with inane chatter. If I leave the room to get a break, she hunts me down. I have literally heard her going room to room saying, where are you, where are you.
If I go to my kitchen to prepare anything, she is watching every move so she can use it as an opener for the next inanity. She will then offer to help, but as she is quite unsteady on her feet, she just ends up in the way. She has already slipped twice, despite us asking her to let us know if she needs help.
We had some friends over yesterday afternoon. Within 5 minutes of them arriving, she is talking about her bowel problems, and massively over sharing all her health issues. They looked horrified and left as quickly as possible.
We had lunch for my mum's birthday on Sunday. My mum is a few years older than her and very recently widowed. MIL admitted yesterday that she had spent most of the meal giving my mum advice on how to get out more to meet new people. I know my mum will have politely listened but she only buried her husband of 60 years a couple of weeks ago and is barely holding things together, let alone thinking about meeting new people in her 80s! Ironically MIL was widowed 4 years ago, yet won't drive outside her home town.
Plus, she admitted to recently sharing a few other unnecessary things that my husband had specifically asked her not to talk to people about, with the very person (his dad) husband didn't want to know.
We visited some other friends yesterday evening (she came too). I am dreading when she decides she wants to have a debrief on the evening. 🤦♀️
None of it is meant badly. She honestly is a kind person, just zero awareness, or thought before she opens her mouth. This is my version of screaming into a pillow!
Hit me with your annoying relative stories. Help me feel like I am not the only one who is smiling through gritted teeth through Christmas.