Sorry about the long story, but it's something that has lasted for over 10 years... I've been together with my husband for 10+ years, married for 4 years. For all these years, I've tried my best to "please" my MIL - I mean I do things to please her not for the sake of fawning, but because I really care about her and I want her to feel happy, especially when she doesn't seem to be happy about her life. (She whines a lot about having no freedom, working too hard, being treated badly by my FIL, who's not my husband's biological father. They run a convenience store near their home which opens 365 days a year. She never gets the chance to take rest, to go on vacation etc.)
But for all these years, her reaction to anything I give or do for her is rejection. Sometimes she asks me a lot of questions like she's doubting my intention, sometimes she says that she doesn't want those things and even gives them to someone else right in front of me or asks me to take them back. But if someone else (like her daughter or even just a neighbour) does or buys her the same things, she always happily accepts and tells me how much she appreciates them for being so caring (hello? am I a joke to her?). All these things make me think that she has a problem only with me, and is even hostile towards me. At first, my husband thought that I was being sensitive and overthinking. But later on, after too many obvious incidents, my husband agreed with what I felt, but asked me not to get upset about it because he believes her mother isn't a bad person. I also didn't think she's bad at heart, maybe she's mean only because she's not happy with her life. And so I tolerated it as much as I could, and I still kept on trying no matter how many times she kept rejecting me.
Also, my husband and I always have to run errands for her, drive her everywhere, and lie for her when she has to do things that aren't allowed by FIL. For example, she's not allowed to meet up with her niece just because FIL has a problem with her. So every time when she wants to have lunch with her niece, my husband and I have to help lying to FIL that we're taking her out for lunch, and we have to pick her up from the store so that FIL sees it and won't get paranoid, then we will drive her to meet up with her niece. And because she isn't allowed to leave the store for too long, even though they have hired a part time helper and it isn't really so busy that it requires 3 people working there at the same time (it's a very small store, basically only selling drinks and cigarettes), she needs us to do things for her which are actually much easier and take much less time for her to do herself. Like we have to get medicines for her every month from a clinic, which is only 10 min away from her place but 1 hour away from ours. We're sacrificing ourselves (our time, our energy, our emotional stability) helping her with every tiny matter in her life that she thinks she's not allowed to do or cannot solve herself. For some reason, her life is controlled by FIL, and we always have to come to her rescue. I think it's ridiculous for FIL to treat her like this, but also pathetic for her to let this happen, because there was actually a time when she decided to leave him, and at last FIL apologised, made many promises and begged her to come back. She clearly has the power to turn things around, and he clearly shouldn't have so much power since it's him who can't live without her. But she still failed to take control of her life... after that time, things only got better for a while but then returned to the old ways soon. She's miserable, but she probably chooses that herself?
And I don't know if it's just common for MILs to resent their daughters-in-law, sometimes I think she rejects or is hostile to me intentionally for no reason. For example, my husband and I accompanied her to have some routine body checks several times last year, even though it would only take her 10 min by taxi to go there by herself, while we had to drive an hour to pick her up. I mean, she's not sick or weak. She's in her early 60s, healthy, and those were only regular check ups. But anyway, we're there for her every time. I'm a very sensitive person, after a few times I observed that it didn't seem like she wanted me there. So I told my husband that it'd be better if I didn't go next time, so that his mum could have some alone time with him. But he said I was overthinking, and so I went with him again next time, only to finally hear my MIL say to my husband right in front of me, "You wife is clinging to you all the time that I don't even get the chance to talk to you." But I didn't do anything clingy, I actually always do things alone and I was there every time only because my husband wanted me to. And I'm a quiet person who doesn't talk much. She definitely could talk to her son as much as she wanted, unless it's something she couldn't talk about with my presence - and it somehow just proved my intuition: she didn't want me there because she thought I was standing between her and her son.
A few weeks ago, my husband and I went to get medicines for her again. And I was also bringing her some vegetables I grew at home (she asked for some after she saw the photos of them), and some fish soup that I made for her. It's her favourite soup... she made it sometimes when we had dinner at her place, but I never made it myself cos it's a bit complicated to make... But when I finally learned how to make it after I got pregnant last month (fish soup is good for pregnant women), I wanted to specially make one for her. Even though I felt unusually tired and uncomfortable at the lower part of my body while standing in the kitchen for over an hour making the soup that time, I thought it would be worth it thinking she would appreciate that I made her her favourite soup. (P.S. we hadn't told any family members about our pregnancy news because we wanted to wait until after 12 weeks)
On our way to the clinic, our car came across a very long bumpy road, and after bumping for a few minutes, I had this weird feeling in my stomach... but then went about the day as usual.. When we finally got the medicines and brought them to her, and I gave her the vegetables and the soup. But her first reaction was to complain about the small amount of the vegetables and then asked me to take them back because she didn't want them anymore. The amount of vegetables I gave her was indeed smaller than what she could see from the photos, because I could only cut the ripped ones for her, and I only grew a few pots and I didn't have a farm, so what did she expect from me? There's not a lot but definitely enough for her and FIL for dinner that night... but she said it like I was too stingy to give her all my harvest... She looked very unsatisfied and then she just put away the soup before I could say anything...
Anyway, we left very soon (but we still got a ticket for illegal parking again... because there are no parking spots near her store and of course she couldn't even walk a few steps to our car to get the medicines). I felt a bit upset even though I was quite used to her resentment, but I tried not to be too upset because I was pregnant and I wanted to maintain a positive mood. I didn't really think about it until later that night, she called my husband. I was sitting right next to him and so I heard what she said. She complained again about me giving just that tiny bit of vegetables, and she also said my soup didn't taste good (I only gave her the soup after my husband said it tasted as good as his mum's... and he is always honest about it, he never lies about it just to keep me happy... Both of us thought it tasted good before we thought it's ok to give it to her... so I honestly don't think it's so bad that she had to call my husband for that...). My husband didn't know I heard it all, and I refrained from talking about it with him even though I felt insulted because I didn't want to dwell on it to affect my mood (I would have if I was not pregnant). I just swallowed my feelings and tried to forget what I heard.
The next night, I had a miscarriage.
I knew it had nothing to do with my feelings getting hurt, or getting too tired making the soup, or going through that bumpy road the day before... I knew miscarriage can happen for no reason. Maybe there're already signs before that day that I missed. I knew I can't blame it on anyone or anything. But still, it was a wake up call for me to finally think that enough is enough, and that I no longer want to put anyone's needs and feelings on top of mine. I've tried and tried and tried for 10+ years, to do everything I could to show her that I cared about her, but everything I did was in vain and not appreciated. Why on earth should I keep trying? I'm done.
After "recovering" from the pain of losing my first baby (by that I only mean I could finally stop crying and "get back to normal" after a week, but I don't think this wound would ever completely recover...), I "jokingly" told my husband that I thought I might not have lost the baby if I had taken care of myself first and didn't do all those things for her mother, and that I had enough of her rejecting, being fussy and ungrateful for all the things I did for her. Not to mention all his problematic family members - FIL being so stubborn and controlling, his sister and brother-in-law being greedy and shady, trying to scam MIL & FIL to get their money (that's another story... MIL & FIL almost got scammed by them until I spent so much time and energy analyzing the situation to my husband and urged him to talk to my MIL.. they would have lost their lifetime savings if they believed in sister and brother-in-law, but all these time they thought they're the good ones who care about them while saw me as an outsider).
I told him that I'm not going to waste my time and energy on them, nor do anything for them anymore. I don't even want to see them anymore, but we usually meet up once a month for dinner. I didn't show up for dinner last month because it was just a few days after the miscarriage, and my husband has canceled this month's dinner. But they're going to arrange a birthday dinner for me next month, which my husband wants me to attend. But honestly I don't want to. I know I would put him in a very difficult situation if he has to explain/lie to them time after time why I'm missing all the dinners, but I just really don't want to go anymore.
AIBU? Am I blaming them for things that they're not responsible for? What should I do to not put my emotional wellness at risk while not upsetting anyone?