met DPs mum for the first time today. It could not have gone worse.
First, I walked dog shit onto her carpet.
Secondly - she was showing me around her bungalow and telling me she has only just moved in and it all needs decorating as the previous tenants had god awful taste. She used the hallway as an example. I agreed with her that it was awful, she then showed me her bathroom - I said it was even worse than the hallway. She’d just decorated the bathroom.
Thirdly, I knocked a glass off the kitchen side (trying to be helpful and take the mugs away), she was NOT happy at all, apparently she’d had those glasses for years.
Fourthly, I somehow damaged the flush on the toilet. I pressed it and it wouldn’t stop flushing. DP had to take the top off and mess with it.
To make me feel better, DP told me she didn’t like his ex “either” so not to worry.
Mortified and feel like calling time on the whole thing. I can never face her again.