Tame compared to other times, but irritating. She keeps trying to do things that would take my place. Like go into the kitchen to cook breakfast. MrH told her no thanks, if he needed help (he usually does Saturday breakfasts) his wife would help.
Then they went out and got lunch but were short a box of fries. She wanted MrH to share hers. Again, he said his wife was sharing them.
It may not seem like much, but she has issues where she competes with me. Down to dressing like me.
What got me the most though was when she talked to my son, she refers to me as "Holly" but MrH as "Daddy."
I find that as I have gotten healthier and have out up with too much crap in my M, I am less inclined to put up with extra crap from the ILs.
When she directly addresses me, I've basically been doing what she always does when I try to talk to her...I pretend I don't hear anything.
It seems to irritate her.
ETA: FIL has invited himself up for a week, it was supposed to be today but it got put off because of the MIL visit. So there will be more posts like this I'm guessing.
[This message edited by Holly-Isis at 1:08 PM, July 13th (Saturday)]
My patience for her antics wore off years ago and I can barely tolerate her presence. I refer to her as the Queen of Sheba because she thinks the world should revolve around her. POS is never honest with her and says whatever he thinks she wants to hear. I, on the other hand, am brutally honest with her (but always respectful) and she absolutely hates it. She doesn't want honesty, only lip service, and loves the fact that POS is willing to play that game.
I don't play that game so she doesn't want to be around me. It's a win-win for me!!
This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man ~ Shakespeare, Hamlet
Some of MrH's family live all on the same street and they used to tell us we would get tired of living away from "home". Sorry, I'm a mil brat, that's not my home. MrH is glad to be away from their gang of dysfunction too, thankfully.
Phoenix- I have to give MrH props. In the past year or so he's worked on boundaries with his parents. That's why he kept telling his mom he could get what he needed from his wife, not her.
MIL isn't self centered like yours I suppose, just has improper attachment issues. Something that I have read is called emotional incest. Attaching to your child emotionally like you would a spouse. When we studied mother/son bonding in my abuse recovery group, the leader kept asking if any of the descriptions of that sounded familiar. She had heard stories of MIL and I believe had a good idea where the M attachment problems with MrH had some roots.
This is my first time ignoring her. Every nerve tells me to interact. That I'm being rude. I shouldn't treat someone like this. But I really am at a loss of how to cope withher otherwise. She engages when she wants and then ignores. It irritates the heck out of DD and she's only 8yo...but she can see it. I have a smart girl.
[This message edited by Holly-Isis at 2:07 PM, July 13th (Saturday)]
The visit ended. I gave MrH kudos for stepping in at times, he's really grown with that. He said I "traded barbs" but can't name any. I think he's still in denial about how his mom talks to me and tried to mitigate it by telling himself I gave too. The only thing he could point out is I rolled my eyes and she saw it. Immature, yes. Barb- no.
I told him that I didn't appreciate being told I said things that were disrespectful when I didn't. I was raised as a mil brat and respect for our elders is trained into most of us. This is why it's been so hard for me to deal with his family. I'm bound to respectful actions while they are not.
The most disrespectful thing I did was disengage. It's taken 22 years to get to that point, but early on in the morning (she got here at 630) I decided I might as well, since she didn't listen anyhow. She talks over you.
I decided I might as well, since she didn't listen anyhow. She talks over you.
Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something.