Congratulations on the new job, Felas!
I am exhausted. MIL & her husband have gone home. The way I feel right now, they will not be invited back. If I started in on the free-loading, the incessant demands, the self absorbtion, the selfishness, the lying about random shit and the fucking hypochondria, I would seriously never stop.
It all culminated on Saturday night. I'd been busy all week helping to organise a local event - MIL had watched me do this, so knew how much work was going into it. Part of it was a communal meal, and I'd made sure (at some effort and cost to all involved), that a special meal was made for her that conformed to her (made up) dietary requirements. When it was served to her, she pulled a face, made a snidey comment about its appearance, did not thank the volunteer who gave it to her, then picked at it as if she'd been served a plate of worms.
After the meal was a concert given by a local celeb, it's a big deal and it was a great coup for us to be able to get this singer, she put on an amazing show and I had been really looking forward to it. The whole way through, MIL sat with a face like thunder, drumming her fingers on the table, sighing, rolling her eyes, shooting me looks, and making it clear that she found it all beneath her. I tried to enjoy it (it was a really great set), but I found it really hard to ignore MIL gurning across the way from me.
Eventually I leaned across the table, and said, "look, MIL, I can see you're not having a good time, do you want me to take you home?", and she just snapped "No I'm not enjoying myself and I want to leave".
So I left the party that I'd been organising for ages, and was really enjoying, to take the sour faced baggage home. I'd paid for their tickets, too (this is after they'd been catered for for a week, three meals a day, all specifically cooked to her list of requirements. They are NOT short of money). OK, she has had a recent spell of ill health, but so what? that doesn't give her the right to be a complete arse.
My husband was a complete star, he read her the riot act for it. She won't give a shit about my hurt feelings, but at least it's out there.