My MIL was great in the early years but some of her digs have taken their toll over the years.
I have two DC. Five pgs reached the 2nd trimester, three the 3rd.
"It's such a shame you can't perform" has never been forgotten. Nor the banging on about how SIL1 had twins with gas and air and breastfed them without issue for a year. Obviously SIL1 had strong genes like her.
The snotty digs started coming after dh and I had been together for about 10 years. Always a dig about how I might not be academic, it's wonderful that I'm so practical, then the digs about only children, then about appearance being shallow, of course moneyed people like your family wouldn't understand...... Don't get me started on the fuss made about sending the DC's to private school and how it would mean they couldn't mix with other people.
This from a woman who I have entertained every Christmas since 1993, who dh has visited monthly since her husband died 16 years ago, for whom he now pays for carers so she can stay in the family home. We have just returned from a week away with her and SIL2 and husband. Even at 87 she is capable of loudly declaring to SIL2 and husband that spending £65 on a dress is extravagant and she doesn't rate the sort of people who care about their appearance. I just shouted back "I can hear every word MIL, I don't agree. SIL2 and husband had their heads in their hands.
Since 1961 she has never invited anyone into her house for a cuppa or lunch. She has no friends and both her dd's moved to different continents after uni. One has visited about 5 times in the last 30 years and the other twice which says it all.
I do what I need to do, have had her, and formerly FIL, as guests for up to 10 days at a time in my home, catered, made tea, etc., (admittedly not expected now she's in her 80s) but she has never once lifted the kettle in my house and once complained I had put the cheese in FIL's sandwich lengthways rather than crossways.
She's a nasty, green eyed old bag who says what she wants in a particularly schoolmarmy way. Oh and my car was an extravagance when the dc were at schools in opposite directions and I then headed off to work.
Ah, that was cathartic.