No problems with my DSD; I love her, we get on well, always have.
But her mother. My God. 6 years down the line (7 since they split up, I'm not OW before anyone asks) and yet another weekend is being ruined by yet another kick off.
How naive I was to think that being considerate, calm and reasonable would get us anywhere. Nothing we do is right and no opportunity to make life difficult is lost, no matter the cost to anyone including DSD.
It's her way or the highway, she's right we're wrong - always - and there seems to be absolutely nothing we can do about it. Except put on a brave face for DSD and pick up the pieces like we always do.
And rant on MN.