Future Hubby and I were living in another country. We travelled to England and he travelled over and brought his mother to England to meet me. I knew there was a problem when she refused to get out of the taxi when she arrived. At that time I had a flat in a Victorian house (and in anticipation of her arrival I had the bathroom re-done, bought various items etc). Some of the occupants of the other flats came out to greet and welcome her. She was not impressed.
It went from bad to worse. She hated England and wouldn't eat anything. She survived on black coffee and cigarettes while she was here. She had "forgotten" to bring her hearing aids which meant she could pick and choose what she could hear. She would wait until future hubby went out of the room before she would make the most awful comments, all said with a smile.
We took her to Whitby, which she hated. She waited until Future Hubby was in the men's bathroom and she took hold of my shoulders, turned me to her, brought her face down to mine and threatened me re my relationship with Future hubby. Of course, when Future Hubby asked her about this event she said she had no recollection. She told me that I was a very stupid woman as I would lose Future Hubby because I was upsetting her.
She was informed that we were married after the fact - and she was not happy. Not interested in photos or the DVD. Christmas cards would come for hubby, but not for me. Hubby had more than one little chat with her.
I decided that I would be sweet and lovely. I could afford to be.
Fast forward. The woman is in her 80s and is due for a hip replacement. My birthday was last week and she sent three different birthday greetings. My name has now appeared on Christmas cards.
The saying is, "When someone shows themselves to you, believe them." And I know who she is. How sad she chose to be that way. It could have been wonderful. Instead she is alone the other side of the Atlantic.