I haven't posted in awhile, and a lot has changed.
From December 2012
until June 2013, my husband worked in Texas, while I stayed in Florida
at my job. I finally got a great job in Texas and moved June 2nd. During
his absence, he only came home 4 times. Each time, MIL wanted to see
us, but always on her terms. The first time he came home, we moved
into a 400 square foot apartment. She didn't help us move. My husband
and I decided I would live in a small, simple apartment while my husband
was away and wanted to get away from a bad neighbor situation. Most of
our stuff went to POD storage. That same weekend, we sold all of my
husband's landscaping business equipment which had been kept at MIL's
The second time she came for Easter dinner to eat and left after about an hour.
The third time we went
to a funeral for MIL's best friend's husband and worked an open house
for historic homes that her church holds every year. She was incredibly
annoying this trip because we had to see her twice and from the funeral
to the family visitation afterward she rode with us and couldn't give us
correct directions, interrupted the conversation we were having, and
just generally embarrassed us.
The fourth time he came home, we packed and moved from FL to TX. She didn't help us pack or load the truck, though my wonderful mother did. My mother helped us unload our POD, pack up our house, and flew to our new city to help me unpack. In fact, the day we spent loading our moving truck, MIL called and said she wanted to meet us for dinner. We were on our way to dinner and called and told her where to meet us. We had already told her we planned to go at 6. She said she had to go to Dillards first to return something and then told us we should go eat dinner somewhere else, a place she wanted to go. We had been packing all day, were leaving the following day, declined a going away party offered by friends, just so we could have that last night to eat dinner with our mothers who came to town, and she wanted to tell us where and when to have dinner.
She finally shows up as our food is being served, asks/says a bunch of dumb shit about "how busy she's been" and then allows my mother to buy her dinner. Afterward, we go back to our apartment that we're moving out of, she stays for about 10 minutes, and she tears up saying goodbye. It was ridiculous.