My in laws are coming over tomorrow and I always dread it as my MIL is so down and negative and she can be quite passive aggressive towards me, well I did steal her only son! I am now knee deep in perimenopause so I don’t think I can bite my tongue anymore after 28 years! Here’s some of the comments and things she’s done in the past. Feel free to add your own, would love to feel I’m not the only one!
On my in laws 2nd visit to our first house the MIL bought her own mug as she said my mugs were “too heavy for her hands to hold”
Around 3/4 months after my DD was born she wanted to come and stay a week to “help” She walked in and announced immediately “Right, I’m not here to do your cooking or housework, I will nurse the baby while you carry on with your jobs” I was breastfeeding my DD at the time! She just sat there and did nothing but hold my baby and play the new mother. She made me one sandwich the entire week. That was her effort.
When my DD was a baby (until she was around 2) the in laws would come to visit always mid week when my DH was at work so I had them all day from 10am - 8pm. She would speak through my DD to try and control my parenting I.e. say out loud “oh mummy stop doing that. Oh mummy I don’t need to be picked up now, oh mummy stop fussing over me” I wasn’t ever doing what she said, she was just really jealous every time I held her.
One time my DH took DD over to theirs when she was about 2 1/2 to stay the day and night as we were at a wedding. I got all my daughters overnight things ready and my husband left but he forgot her coat. The next day she came back wearing the same clothes I had put her in and the same knickers even though I packed a clean pair, and clean clothes. Fast forward a year later and MIL tells me she came across the coat from the time they had DD for the weekend. “It was from when you forgot to send her with a coat, do you remember? It was such a cold weekend and she had nothing so I had to find one quickly. It was at least 2 sizes too big!” tinkly laugh staring at me
The most recent one was when I made a sweet and sour chicken for us all which I know she likes. I know she loves red and orange peppers but not green as we’ve talked about it before so I didn’t put any green in. She was in yet another dark mood that day and ate it really slowly. We had to wait for her as usual. She pushed all the peppers to one side and didn’t touch them. I said “why haven’t you eaten the peppers?” She replied in a grumpy tone “I don’t like peppers, I never have” We have NEVER been invited to theirs for a meal. They always come to ours and I have to cook.
Just a few, but think I could write a book! Would love to hear your stories.