My own mother was at best, batshit, at worst, evil. She was an abusive mother and a source of tension and trauma in my life and my marriage even after she died. (Loooong story.)
My issues with MIL involve both her behaviours and a DH problem. (Trust me - I’m well aware of this and he knows don’t respect it.) MIL is a user of people. She also likes to divide and conquer. When we returned from our honeymoon, she was quite literally on our doorstep with tears and packed bags, complaining of being beaten by BF du jour. Started a cycle of returning to him and demanding rescues until I lost my shit at DH when I was pregnant with DD1, pointed out that he needed to stop parenting her and focus on us, etc… (literally had to draw a diagram showing his order of priorities.) I was left to tell her that it wasn’t happening again.
When we refused to rescue her again, she packed her bags (leaving all her furniture for us to sort out later) and moved 6000kms away to where her younger son lived. (We’re in Aus, btw.) He rang me up and explained that he’d moved there at 17 to get away from her and his Dad, confirmed a lot of my theories about the whole family set up, and explained that his mum was on her own there too!
She promptly met a newly widowed miner (vulnerable) and married him. All of his policies have become her own - including open racism, homophobia and right wing politics (all focused on those first two things.). She has been hostile to the son that she had adopted at 15 (another story) because it suits the narrative of her new family who had a negative experience with their dying mother’s secret baby turning up and “taking up her last months.”
Most importantly, she has tried to play my three kids off against each other and against me. She plays favourites. She called my eldest DD (then 12) a slut because she had spent her pocket money on an eyeshadow palette to play with. I told her to apologize and she refused. I then said that she needed to book her flight home and leave earlier. She denied calling DD this to my DH and he refused to believe me or DD. We had two weeks of her swanning around our house, making toxic comments and being a smug arsehole. The kids and I didn’t even wave her off in the taxi. He was underwhelmed. Then a month later, she sent my (then 10yo) twins birthday presents. DD2 received (ironically) a giant box full of makeup and nail polish, and other tat like earrings, etc, and a very florid card “To my special Granddaughter” with $50.00 amd a whole heap of sentimental (and inaccurate) guff about how close they were and how much they look alike, etc… Her twin brother received a ziplock bag with filthy, fake lego that had either been found in a charity shop or handed down from her new family, and $5.00 in a card that said “Try not to be naughty.” Not blowing own trumpet, but he’s an easy-going, placid kind of guy. Always was. He was utterly crushed. My DH saw all of this unfold. He immediately tried to minimize the problem by saying that the lego was worth more than the box of tat, so Nanna must have spent the same on each. Neither of them bought that for a second, and I said that was it for me. I wasn’t going to engage with her at all from now on. He could choose to, but he couldn’t force me or the kids to interact.
Then I found out that he WAS forcing the kids to reply to her texts (very infrequent) and phone calls in the car. He has also somehow decided that it is easier to live with the idea of me being a bitch than his mother, so he now believes his own story about the lego, etc. He also believes that I have refused to answer her calls, thank her for all her birthday and Christmas presents and respond to her many messages. (This came after he went to visit her.) I pointed out that none of these things had happened. Handed him my phone on the spot and asked him to check. I had also kept all the Christmas cards and handed them to him - showing that my name wasn’t mentioned.
He might as well have been walking around with his fingers in his ears going “Lah lah lah I can’t hear you!” His maternal rose-coloured glasses are superglued on. Meanwhile, this woman has doneand continues to try the same kind of shit with my BIL’s family, only he won’t tolerate it. He’s going to set my DH straight on a few things when travel gets normal here.