Long rant about controlling MIL.
We moved house a week before the lockdown. As we couldn’t put our old flat (mile down the road or so) on the market we moved my MIL into it as otherwise she lived on the other side of London and this made it easier to drop things to her.
MIL is over 70, has had health issues in the past. Not on extrêmement vulnérable list that allows us to get delivery slots.
I’m pregnant and husband has health issues so we have been very careful pre and during lockdown. We have a veg box delivery each week and had a big health food shop order online in bulk that has kept us going. We cook and a couple of times a week on daily walk if my husband finds that the corner shop has no one in it, he goes in and picks up other bits and pays with card, wearing mask and gloves.
Getting her food is a nightmare.
We go to an M&S at a petrol station on a dual carriageway near us because it’s basically always empty and buy her ready meals each week and drop them off (and bread, milk fruit etc).
She:
- is a vegetarian but doesn’t want any cheesy meals
- also doesn’t want vegan meals (!)
- won’t have anything where the saturates is high
- won’t cook (so has to be ready meals)
- won’t have frozen meal deliveries as some nonsense about plastic (plastic you put in the microwave or oven is somehow fine)
- doesn’t tell us when she is running low on something but will call and say I’ve run out of tea/ milk/ bread/ toilet roll
- seems to get through a 4 pack of toilet roll in 5 days?! Wtf?
Initially i sent some cooked food, soups etc, to supplement ready meals and salads but after her nastiness to me via text message and nastiness to my husband I’m not giving up my precious time.
We both work full time from home and have a daughter. She expects us to be at her beck and call and shows no gratitude for anything. Husband has sometimes picked her up a piece of cake or something (again if it is quiet) and dropped it to her and she doesn’t ever say thank you or recognise that someone is trying to do something nice.
All she does is eat toast and drink tea and dream up ways to complain it seems. Which prob explains the to usage.
She is v controlling and I feel like because she can’t control us in other ways she is using the food fussiness to have my husband running around. There are no actual food allergies or restrictions. And when we ate meat in the past she would have some of ours if it looked nice (or at a carvery or something).