Originally Posted by SchrodingersCat
LoL... That's where I loved being me. My MIL hated my guts, but she was forced to invite me to all those family dinners, because she knew that excluding me would mean her son would refuse to come out of spite. Ahh, what a functional family they were. I used to derive such sick pleasure from making her squirm as I smothered her with kindness, knowing full well she would stab the carving knife through my hand if she thought she could get away with it...
Sounds like your MIL was a bit on the unstable side!! You handled her well.