As you’re gathering opinions/POV here’s mine:
I’m no contact with my MIL. There’s a very long backstory but the crux of it was that she wanted to control our lives. I felt like I was 13 again with ‘mum’ having a say of where I went, what I did, what I needed to do because she had always been overbearing with DH. When it came to us settling down/wedding planning/falling pregnant she became obsessed with our lives.
Whenever she didn’t get her own way she would become manipulative ‘maybe I shouldn’t care/oh you don’t want to spend time with us/I only want to help/you don’t realise how much you love us until we’ve gone/I don’t know how long I’ve got left/do you not love me/I’m just a family person/everything we did for you and this is the thanks…/if we died tomorrow is this how you’d want our last conversation to be/if I die tonight you know it’s because of a broken heart/I thought you’d care how you’re making me feel…’
It was all small things, when she wouldn’t like a decision we made she’d try to guilt us/manipulate us until we changed our mind - she would cause numerous arguments about it until the next thing came around. It was unfair that we were going on a night out which included my cousin (same age) for NYE/we showed her the venue for our wedding after we had paid the deposit/DH didn’t take her ring shopping with him/that we were going camping for a week/that I was prioritising seeing my friends over her (I have two friends with the same name and they both had birthdays close together) /I didn’t want my mum or MIL on my hen do/ I didn’t want her to go dress shopping with me/ my mum found out I was pregnant three hours before her/ we wanted to hire a camper van and go touring around Europe on our honeymoon/ how much was left on mortgage (the third time I ever met her) / because we didn’t want to spend Xmas day and Boxing Day at their house/ didn’t want to meet up at least once a week.
The amount of big events she ruined with her sour, pouting face or causing a fuss to get the attention back to her. The final straw was when we shared that we were pregnant and she was more focused on when my mum found out. The only reason I had shared the news with my mum was because I was worried I was loosing the baby (and went to get a 8 week scan) and DH knew that MIL had to find out on the same day or she’d ‘never forgive us’.
What should have been a happy moment or at least a moment that we received support, MIL decided that the next few days she’d blow up DH phone with manipulating messages on how upset/hurt she was. We really needed love and support but of course, all about her ‘needs’. She wanted reassurance from me that she would be ‘involved’ (it was my first pregnancy) just how she fondly remembered the involvement of her mum in her pregnancy… she had noticed that I was closer to my mum and that she wanted us to be ‘close’… I was still concerned about loosing the baby.
DH was called over to PIL to mediate what involvement they expected in the pregnancy/our lives as loving grandparents… they basically threatened DH that he either got me on the same page or that they were done with all of us. Then there was so much manipulation for them to be ‘involved’ aka me apologising that we didn’t tell them as soon as we found out and that I’d promise to ‘keep them updated about medical appointments in future…’
I cannot unhear the manipulation comments… ‘If she really loved you she wouldn’t be treating us like this…’ ‘if you loved us you would make her apologise to us’, ‘all you seem to care about it her, you’ve forgotten who’s raised you’.
The moment i’ll never forget is DH begging his mum to drop it as he doesn’t want to risk me leaving by essentially giving me an ultimatum.
There’s other stuff. They ruined some quite big life events that I’ll never get back. MIL makes my blood boil. I hate her. I used to imagine her as a colleague at work, be polite as you can’t avoid her until she caused me trauma (yep, dominating the first few months of my pregnancy caused that as I’ll never get that time back) and her ME ME ME personality I cannot massage anymore.
Sometimes I think I could be getting over it and then her old manipulation/attention tricks starts up again most recently on DD first birthday as DH didn’t FaceTime her at the zoo.
This is the longest post I’ve ever done on MN. Put it this way, if DH went along with his mother’s demands on ruling our life (he can do what he wants, she’s lost all rights to having any control over me) I’d be in the looney bin. Not having freewill as an adult to live our lives (obviously without harming others) feels like a prisoner in your own house.
Your wife deserves to live her life free of control, so do you.
You can choose to go over to your mothers house on Xmas. You could suggest taking your DD over on Xmas eve or Boxing Day. you could even suggest your wife goes elsewhere on Xmas day to host your mother but really you should want to spend it with her. Don’t pressure your wife to be out of her comfort zone especially on Xmas. She doesn’t deserve to be a prisoner in her own house.