SIL (DH's sister) is recently widowed and a devout Christian (this is relevant). We are her only family near by so try to spend as much time as we can with her because she is lonely and sad.
She came around for dinner tonight. My DH, my DD and my parents were here. She dominated the conversation with:
How life is a daily struggle without her husband.
How we were all going to hell. Living a good life wasn't enough to get you into heaven, you had to be a true follower of Christ. Me, my DH, my parents, my 10 year old DD were all going to hell.
How I would have to move house when my husband dies because I couldn't get the logs in for the fire on my own.
How my mother would have to move into a home when my father dies because she wouldn't cope living on her own.
How my dog would probably die when we left him with a dog sitter for a week when we go on holiday.
And the icing on the cake, how no one but widows understood true grief (my DH lost his son to leukaemia, but apparently that wasn't the same).
After everyone had tried to gently steer then conversation to other topics I finally snapped and told her to change the subject. I was probably rude when I said it and the rest of the evening was pretty uncomfortable. I wasn't U was I?