MIL and FIL barely speak, ever. If FIL (who is lovely) addresses MIL, she pretends not to hear him, or snaps at him with one word answers. With everyone else, she’s queasily OTT (holibobbles, cosy wosy, tinkly sing song voice). It’s really bizarre to see the juxtaposition.
MIL doesn’t eat. Like a PP’s ILs, she’ll come to our house when we’re eating and just sit and watch. She sat in the living room while DH, my parents and I shared a takeaway at the dining table, for instance. Or DH or I will spend ages making a meal (and we’re good cooks, if I may say so!), and she’ll take the tiniest amount and pick it apart on her plate. She seems to survive on a slice of cheese and a cherry tomato for days on end. All of her children have disordered ideas around food and body image and I suspect this is not a coincidence.
Hygiene at my ILs house is non-existent. There are visible stains on the hallway rug from the dog weeing on it, and their oven broke because a mouse moved in and made a nest in it. They also do the ‘leaving food out for days on end’ thing.
The house is piled high with years and years of stuff (including all of MIL’s mum’s furniture - table and chairs, bedframes, mattresses - who sadly passed away in abour 2018).
They have absolutely no understanding of their dog’s body language. Their dog growls and lunges at our dog, ‘but her little tail is whizzing round and round!!’, so she must be pleased to see our dog really…
Probably somewhat related to MIL not speaking to FIL (apparently it has been like this as long as DH can remember), she will gatecrash her children’s holidays and days out with their families and partners instead. DH thinks it’s completely normal to plan a day trip and for MIL to decide to come along too, or to go away on holiday and for MIL to decide that her own holiday will coincide with ours, at the same campsite, so that even though they live a 10-min drive away at home, we also end up spending our holidays and days off with them too.
The ‘black sheep’ sibling of my DH’s family is actually the only sane and normal one who can see how strange her parents’ dynamic is and can actually express their emotions. Everyone else (DH included, although he’s getting better) sulks and represses their feelings. She’s invariably called names (‘slug’ etc) by MIL and the rest of the siblings, and the other day, DH recounted a ‘funny’ story about how MIL would go into the sibling’s room and throw wet flannels on her while she was sleeping.
DH’s speech at our wedding was about how wonderful his upbringing was and his parents are.
And breathe 🫣🙃