This actually isn’t about me and my inlaws - it’s about my folks and their relationship with my brother’s fiancee, Bix (not her real nickname).
Basically she and my mom can’t get along AT ALL. Part of that is the fact that my mother is really overprotective of my brother, and tends to treat him like he’s 14 when in reality he’s 20. (To be fair, he still acts like he’s 14 most of the time.) Part of it is that Bix is 19 and, quite frankly, spoiled rotten - her parents have never set any limits on her behavior and she’s quite convinced that the world revolves around her.
Our family is physically affectionate (lots of hugging, kisses, etc - not uncommon for parent and child to hold hands while walking along, or to rest a head on a shoulder while watching TV together) and very emotionally intertwined as well. We keep in telephone and electronic conversation almost daily, and are equally quick to say “I love you,” “I’m really bummed out about this thing that happened today,” “Wow, that’s horrible, I bet that really sucked - here’s an idea to help it not happen again,” and “What the fuck are you doing? That’s really a stupid decision.”
Bix, OTOH, doesn’t like to be touched, is visibly bored by any conversation that is primarily about anyone other than herself or her friends or her favorite band, is furious that my Mom expects my brother to return their phone calls when they call, and flies into a fit when my folks suggest that they do things a different way than she wants them done. She doesn’t like my brother to be away from her for even a few hours - if he’s planning on coming over to visit the folks, she’ll come too, though she’ll be Visibly Bored and do her best to drag him away from the folks and spend time with her, even at their house. She’s also bipolar, which adds a whole nother level of fun.
There are class issues as well - my folks are fairly solidly middle class (my dad is a family therapist; my mom was a real estate agent, though she hasn’t been able to work the last year because she’s been in cancer treatment), and Bix’s family is dirt poor, with her folks having been blue collar (dad ex-military, ex-cop, mom I dunno what) but now both are on disability. Neither Bix nor her folks have a car, and they live in one of the nastier parts of Long Beach. My brother is living with her family, so that’s 4 unemployed people in a one-bedroom apartment (as well as 2 dogs, 6 cats, and a bird or two.) My parents are worried that my brother (never the most motivated person) is becoming even more slothful due to their influence.
Oh, and did I mention that Bix is pregnant? So whether we like it or not, whether she likes it or not, she’s part of our family now. My niece is due in late June.
Gods. I sometimes want to sit them all down and just slap them silly.
Anyway - having vented, I’d love to hear some stories about people who initially didn’t get along with their spouses’ families/family’s spouses, but then grew to totally adore them and eventually they just fit right in. At least to give me a little hope…