Meredith, I had the MIL from hell. I was all goodness in her eyes ~ til I married her son. We couldn't walk in their door without her putting H on the scale. Followed by the your losing weight, don't you eat? This from a women who couldn't cook?! He put his foot down pretty fast.
Over the course of years, we got to a point where I could take her places, etc and we could enjoy ourselves. I vowed long ago I will be the best MIL in the world.
Pamela, write your letter, then burn it. It wouldn't phase her if she read it anyway.
Pattie
When you can't make a decision because you are torn between your heart and your head, listen to the half with the brain.
