P.S. Monster-In-Law is REAL!!

I met the man of my dreams at work (not to original I know). He brought me home to "meet the family" weird that he lived with his grandmother and brother, but I quickly got over the small details. Then, I met his mother. She was SUPER nice. She was super classy. She is SUPER bratty! I know that everyone has "issues" with the mother in law and what not, but really this woman is crazy. For starters, the day she met me, she fifty questioned me about my "goals" in life. Here is this woman asking me about my life, when her own son wasn't in college. Wow. I again, got over the smaller details (or what I thought was a smaller detail). My, then boy toy at the time, asked me if I thought we should maybe think about moving in together. What was the worst thing that could happen? We break up and move out? Happens everyday. So I figured why not? We moved in together, and lived together for just over a year, when, he came home from work, went into the kitchen, (I was sitting in the living are and couldn't see him) got down on one knee and scooted his way to my side, with a beautiful ring and asked that one question that just makes you grin from ear to ear. I of course tackled him, smothered him with kisses and screamed YES! We called everyone. I got nothing but, "congrats" and "how exciting" from all of my family and friends. We then called his mom. Her exact reaction... "Are you serious?" (this is coming from a woman who got married 3 weeks after knowing the man, divorced, married someone else, and now has a partner, (get it?)) He was even stunned with her question. Yet again, I got over the "small" details. While planning the wedding and discussing costs, we agreed that my parents (being I come from a HUGE family) shouldn't deal with the entire bill, so we asked his mom and dad (who she is divorced from) if they would be willing to pitch in and help. His father and step mom, were so excited, talked with my parents regularly. His mother, said "Of course baby" "I would love too" (that's another thing that bothers me, who calls there 28yr old son baby?!?!) The time before our wedding started to become shorter and shorter and his mother who agreed to pay for the open bar, decided TWO WEEKS before the "big day" that she didn't agree with drinking, so she refuses to pay for it!! Okay, again I sweep it under the rug, put the keg, wine, and so on, onto my credit card, and decided once the alcohol was gone the bar was closed. The day of our wedding was beautiful. Everyone was all smiles. As my dad walks me down the isle I am just feeling like a total hottie (my boobs looked HUGE) I glance over and my mother in law, No she wasn't wearing white, instead, she wore BLACK! Black from head to toe! The tips on her manicure were even black!! I again swept this under the rug (I am not a good sweeper as you can tell since this crap still bugs me!) Today, in 2010, she has the nerve to come to my house, (yes mine, my husband has horrible credit and I purchased it on my own) and tell me how I "need" to change this that and those. How "wouldn't you like nice things?" REALLY?! My stuff isn't nice enough for you?? Then why come over? She then invites us over for dinner, and asks my husband (right in front of me mind you) "So isn't nice to have a real home cooked meal?" WHAT?!?! I cook every single night! I do the dishes. I sweep. I mop. I vacuum. I dust. All I ever ask her charming prince to do is take out the cat box and trash!!She is constantly comparing myself to her, like if I say I have a headache, she has a worse one, if I say I tired from whatever, she is so tired from so much more! I purchased a new car. 2010, I was proud to upgrade from my very first car, not even making this up, she trades in her 2009 for a 2010 car. Same dealer, same make, just different model. I am floored. I really love this blog! I love being able to VENT and beeeeeeeeeeep about her! She honestly drives me nuts!! I have tried to talk with my husband about this, but he like many guys, is a total mama's boy, and doesn't see what I am talking about, or why I get offended by her coming to our house and wanting to decorate. Really?? Ugh.....