My MIL put so much pressure on me when DS was little that I eventually took a job working weekends so I don’t have to see them. I screen her calls and am very strict about when and if I answer.
From the day she found out I was pregnant, she was overbearing to the point of intimidating, complete with designing a nursery for DS and buying the furniture/decorating the room in her house by the time I was around 6 months pregnant.
I breastfed DS, and from around 4 weeks old she was would, weekly, tell me it was time to wean him on to bottles now because it made it difficult for everyone else and was selfish. I went on to breastfeed until 11 months.
From the very first Sunday after his birth, we were expected to attend Sunday lunch at the PILs. When I took ds to visit my family (300 miles away) and missed a Sunday when ds was 8 weeks old, mil cried down the phone at me. From around one month old, there were frequent requests to have him over night. He’s 2.5 now and hasn’t spent a single night there.
I felt so harassed by her coming up to 4 months that I let her convince me to try weaning him onto solids and it was a disaster. When me and dp decided to keep ds refined sugar free for the first year, there were actual screaming rows and tears, again from MIL, because how dare we stop her giving him fucking custard.
There are many things that make me dislike MIL, but the biggest one will always be the fact that, when DP kicked me and DS out when DS was around 4/5 months old, the only contact I had from MIL was around half an hour later, when my world was falling apart, crying down the phone asking me not to stop her seeing DS.
I fucking hate my MIL, and I wish I had nipped it right in ththe bud when DS was tiny - please save yourself like I should have done!!