I'm sure there are plenty of MN rants about mil's but I really wanted to get this off my chest as I am LIVID about the way mine behaves, her attitude...everything in fact!!!
DH and I got married last year and before then she was ok, quite nice in fact. During the wedding planning she started playing up , treating us like we were stupid children unable to cope doing anything without her sticking her oar in and making things more stressful than they needed to be. Since then she has been impossible! She rings DH and demands we go to see her when she says so/needs something done on his day off, sulks if we can't and is totally unreasonable when we do. She totally ruined our first Christmas after I had taken pity on her (after MUCH hinting from her about how she'd be all alone) by acting like a brat. We gave up our bed for her, spent a fortune on food and hours in the kitchen and all she did was sulk when we suggested playing games instead of watching telly, changed channels when we put something on cos she claimed she'd seen it (It was a brand new, Christmas special!) and moaned that it shouldn't be any different from her normal day!
Then in January, just after we'd found out I was pg and had had some pain I had to go to the EPU. DH had told her we MIGHT visit to help sort a problem she was having with the laptop I had given her (worth £600, given out of kindness as her PC packed up) but nothing was definite. We were at the EPU for a while, it's quite a long way from where we live, but I said after that we should pop down to MIL's and sort out her computer problem as she'd made it sound urgent, then we could grab a bite to eat at a resturant we had vouchers for (cos we're skint and I knew I'd be to tired to cook after all that) but when we got there she flew into a rage; how dare we show up so late etc etc. Anyway, we fixed the laptop...silly mare had forgotten how to turn it on!...and got another lecture on how her "condition" made it impossiple to remember anything complicated in the evening (it was 4.30 and all I said was "It's this button here, I'll put a sticker by it.") Then DH said that as she was tired we wouldn't stay and were going to have a meal and head off. Well she flew right off the handle then; how dare we show up late and just pop in like that! How come we're always saying we're skint but we are ALWAYS eating out?! (DH and I hadn't eaten out since our honeymoon 4 months before!!)How come DH wasn't spending as much time with her since we got married?! She went on and on for what felt like hours, I began to feel really ill and in the end DH and I just left.
Fact: Before DH and I were married he used to go down there once a month, pop in and say hi then go round his mates and only occasionally pop back for dinner. Her version is that he was there all day sitting in with her, doing errands for her etc!
Ever since then she has been the same, nothing we do is good enough for her. Last week we spent 5 hours sorting out her new computer (my laptop was too complicated so she spent £500 on this flat touch screen thing that she has no idea how to use) but wasn't greatful and huffed when we needed to pop out to buy something we couldn't get where we live. Then, having invited us for dinner she only cooked for herself and acted like our being there was putting her out.
And the latest is that she has demanded our presence this week to see her number 1 son, DH's younger step-brother, as he is back from abroad for a couple of months. We can't go cos I have a stupid appointment at the jobcentre all afternoon so she is refusing to let us have the vouchers DH's Auntie collected for us from her local paper cos she (Auntie) thought we could do with a cheap holiday. I pointed out to DH that if "Golden boy" wanted to see us he could either come to us OR be flexiable about when, he is home for months NOT days ffs!
I am sick to the back teeth of this woman...even talking about her makes me stressed now! I have tried to be nice, I have put up with a lot (especially her ruining Christmas, a time of year that depresses me anyway.) and I am sick of being treated like DH (42) and I (33) are incapable of running our own lives!
Ok, rant over. AIBU?!