I went into my marriage wanting to be part of a larger family.
I never got on that well with my own brother, who was older than me and not interested in a younger sister. He made my childhood a misery, we had a brief period of getting along as I hit my teens and he hit his twenties, but then we had a situation in which he was violent to me and we didn't speak for several years.
So I was pleased to be marrying into a family where DH had two brothers, a sister and a SIL already. And my MIL and I had similar interests and hobbies etc, no reason at all why we shouldn't get on.
Except that she had spent the past twenty odd years controlling and manipulating the entire family, with FIL enabling her to do so. DH's childhood was spent being brainwashed into believing he had no option but to do things her way or take the blame for her mental breakdown.
I tried for years to get along with them, but they then did something so awful that I couldn't play along anymore. I spoke up but instead of them changing for the better they subjected me to two or three more years of nasty comments and lies about me and abuse, even stalked me in the street.
They brought on panic attacks and we were forced to move house because I was afraid to go out in case they were there and poor DS spent days at a time in a house where I wouldn't open the curtains in case they were outside watching the windows. I felt like a prisoner in my own home.
I realise this is extreme. But I went into my marriage being the sort of daughter-in-law most MILs would want. I'd always gotten along with boyfriends parents and families, I wanted a big family who we could spend time with and welcome into our home etc. I've never understood why people say "I married him, not his parents" and don't seem to want to even speak to their in-laws.
But for all my efforts with DH's parents, nothing was ever good enough and frankly their behaviour when seen from outside is bizarre at best and deranged and cruel at worst. I was already giving them everything they claim they wanted in a DIL but they threw it away and pissed all over it.
So I have every sympathy with some of the threads on here, if they are posting about something that rings a bell for me and seems similar to the way my PILs started out. Bit by bit, my story about PILs doesn't seem that bad. But put it together and people are
about it.