Small vent about the delightful creature that is my mother. I've posted about her before, but for reference, she's bipolar/NPD, so just about as kind and thoughtful as you'd expect.
My grandmother passed away a few years ago. She and I were very close, but she wasn't close with my mother, so after she passed mom basically declared war on her memory. Growing up, I'd always hoped to get married at her house (gorgeous old estate filled with gardens), but after she passed my mother sold it to the first bidder, knowing they planned to tear it down. Which was very sad, but not my decision to make.
I'd also hoped that I might be able to wear her ring. I knew it was unlikely, as she had 4 daughters, but I still loved the idea of it - as a little girl she'd always let me try it on, and she'd tell me about everything I'd get to do when I was older (travel, have adventures, find love).
Anyway, FI and I went to dinner with my mom last week, which was actually the first time we'd seen her since getting engaged (she spends much of the year in another part of the country, and I try to limit visits whenever possible). She asked to see my ring, and the first words out of her mouth were "oh it's too bad that I sold your grandmothers ring a few months ago!"
Which, ugh. I LOVE my ring. I am so happy to wear it for the rest of my life, both as a symbol of the commitment we've made, and also as an awesome piece of jewelry. But, come on, mom.
You'll be glad to know that I didn't react. I just said Too bad, and moved on. But it hurts, which is just what my mother intended.