This is all so stupid. My partner, Div, and his mother, “Jen”, aren’t speaking over a photo of a chicken shed on Facebook.
I posted the photo of the half finished shed recently, and last week Div’s cousin “Tanya” commented on it, joking that it was a retirement home for Jen. Jen immediately sent me two messages, demanding I delete the comment or answer it “sarcastically”, reminding me that her brother died in August and she’s still consumed with grief, and that she’d just had a dizzy fit that she hoped wasn’t a stroke. I replied and said I thought we should respond jokingly rather than delete the comment and suggested a couple of responses. She selected two of them and told me to go ahead and post them, and I did. Then Div joked that she could live in the chicken shed but if she didn’t lay four eggs a week we’d have to wring her neck and have her for Sunday roast. She responded with a couple of cracks about his weight. Div was embarrassed. It’s not the first time she’s paid out on him about his weight on Facebook, and it upsets him. He hasn’t been keen to speak to her since.
She wanted to come visit us tomorrow so I pushed him to write her an email telling her how he felt. I had visions of being left to explain to her tomorrow why he wasn’t speaking to her and I didn’t want to be put in the middle like that. His email contrasted their two comments, pointed out that one was a silly joke and the other was a personal attack, said he found it hurtful to have his weight commented on in public like that and mentioned it wasn’t the first time.
She sent him one email and me two. She’s announced that she’s done with him. She reminded me that her brother died not long ago and that she hasn’t been feeling well recently, and said Div is probably just waiting for her to die so he can spend her money, and said she should make her will soon. She attacked him for laughing at a birthday greeting his cousin Tanya sent him because Tanya and her parents had failed to send a sympathy card to her brother’s widow. She implied that he didn’t care about his uncle “now that he’s gone”. She uninvited Div to Christmas and said she hoped his recently deceased uncle couldn’t hear “all this”, and finished up telling him to go “f… himself” and to have a nice life. Oh, and kids and I are still welcome, of course. She bought them a couple of presents on Friday and had planned to give them to us tomorrow but she no longer wants to visit us.
So… That’s a whole lot of crazy to have unloaded all at once. Problem is she’s so likely to fly off the handle at any perceived criticism that no one dares to be truthful with her and as a result she’s developed this warped view of the world. No one wants to provoke her wrath so they just nod and leave her to think they agree.
What I’d like to say to her is something along the lines of “Stop digging up your brother’s corpse whenever you want your own way.” The natural sympathy I felt for her loss is being eroded by her constant use of it as a cheap manipulative tool. The rest of it… I don’t even know how to approach the rest of it. She’s not loaded, and we’ve never given a thought to where she’ll leave what she has got so the accusation that Div probably can’t wait to get his hands on his inheritance is completely out of left field. She can leave it to the local cemetery trust for the perpetual maintenance of her brother’s grave for all we care. She can leave it to a school to teach cats to tapdance. She can take it with her, Egyptian-style. It’s not money we’ve ever thought of as potentially ours. As for giving Tanya the cold shoulder because she and her parents didn’t send a sympathy card to the mutual aunt - that’s nothing at all to do with us, and I can’t believe she even suggested it.
Anyway, of all things to act as a catalyst to stop Div and his Mum talking, the chicken shed seemed so unlikely, but here we are.
Crazy mum/MIL stories, anyone? Misery loves company