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Both my inlaws have since passed away but my MIL was a piece of work. I guess a constant cocktail of prescription meds chased by alcohol all day long will do that to you.
When I was pregnant with my daughter, first grandchild on both sides and first girl on my husband's side in 5 generations, my MIL was very excited. Darling Debbie was induced early due to some minor complications and then sent home with the bililights due to jaundice. MIL was adamant that we bring Darling Debbie to see her immediately (5 hrs away). My husband said "no, mom, you come here". That ticked her off to no end. She called my work, talked to my co-workers, and asked why I was being so selfish. She called my husband one day and told him she was going to send me a dozen dead roses because I was such a selfish you know what. My husband proceeded to have quite the telephone conversation with her and finally hung up on her. When he hung up he said "If Darling Debbie ever talks to us the way I just talked to my mother I'll be disappointed but damn...she's crazy."
I just hope that crazy isn't genetic.
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