Ok. Firstly I accept that I must be a bad person and I'm expecting to be slated here. But as I am here to learn, that's ok.
My father-in-law of many years drives me mad. He is an attention-seeker ( life and soul of the party-hospital dj-stylee), says desperately tactless and hurtful things, flirts inappropriately, plays family members off against each other then has massive sulks when he feels unappreciated, says nobody likes him and then attempts to buy friendship back with gifts and money. This is something I've never risen to as I think he could just be nice in the first place. Plus he flirts with me- euww.
Sadly, my very lovely MIL died recently. They had been together for a very long time and she stoicly bore the brunt of this behaviour, softening it for the rest of us. I must say he took care of her really admirably during a long, traumatic illness; something that surprised me, given his narcissistic tendencies. Once the funeral ( more of a variety performance with him as compere) was over he was all at sea.
During their marriage, she was his audience. Now she has gone he says we don't call him enough (husband calls him a couple of times a week) because his other DIL and son calls several times a day. Now the spotlight has been turned on to me. 'Why isn't she calling to check on me?". The thing is, I never did before. I'd regularly chat to my MIL because we had things in common and... well... I liked her. I don't like pretending but I don't want to be unkind either. To be honest, I'm not really a regular telephoner anyway; my family and friends are used to this now and know that even if I'm not in touch daily/weekly, I still love them. This is not going to be good enough for my FIL and it makes me very uncomfortable. Like I'm expected to fill the sympathetic woman role. I AM sympathetic, but there is something about him that makes me feel irrationally impatient. The thing is, for years I watched his behaviour upset my MIL and whilst he was there at the end when she needed him, he never put her interests first when she was well. Deep down I think, rightly or wrongly, that this constant stress made her ill. I think I feel a bit cornered. I'd like to feel full of love and compassion, but I don't. Somebody tell me the right thing to do.