DF spoke to his mother about the cake and explained that the leftover cake would be divided evenly between all four parents. After the wedding, she refused to take any of the cake.
The church we got married in has a "brides room" for the bride to get ready in. There's a double sink with huge mirrors, and a special place to hang the dress and veil. It's designed to be really comfortable and relaxing.
When I arrived at the church, MIL and SIL were already in the bridesroom. MIL had hung her dress where my dress was to go, and SIL had hung her dress where my veil was to go. The entire counter/sink area was covered with their stuff, with no room for me to put my stuff.
I thought maybe they were getting ready, and then were going to clear out of the way. Almost an hour later, they and all their crap were still there. My best friend started to put my stuff on the counter and push theirs out of the way. My sister moved their dresses and hung my dress and veil up. MIL got in a snit and went and sat down in some chairs in the room.
DF's grandmother is in a wheelchair. SIL's best friend and her friend's husband (who I have met twice before) wheeled grandmother in-law into the room. At that point my mom and grandmother showed up and there was no where for them to go. They ended up going into a nearby bathroom to start getting ready.
I told my sister and friend that this was ridiculous and I wanted my mom and grandmother. They went and got them. They tried to take over more space from MIL We ate lunch, and I started getting ready (make up, getting dressed).
I went into the bathroom in the brides room and put on my spanx, bra, and slip. I came out, and the entire crowd, plus Step-FIL and five people I had never seen before were back in my getting ready area. I'm a modest person, and did not want them all to see me in my slip and bra! I was so embarrassed.
And not exactly how I was wanting to meet DH's close family friends.
I was so nervous and stressed, I just let it all go. I was trying not to have any more drama. But now looking back, I wish I had kicked MIL and her entire entourage out of there. Who does she think she is? It was my wedding, my day, and she was acting as if she was holding court in the BRIDE'S room.