Don't get me wrong, I love my mother, and I love FI's mother too but FFS they are ridiculous.
My mother was supposed to be going to my dress fitting with me today. I didn't ask her to, she wanted to come (well, I asked her if she wanted to come, I didn't say she had to). She was so excited about going, and offered to drive, since my car would be in the garage. So, yeah great! So, I went around to her house this morning; and she was being really pissy with me, complaining about everything, and generally being awkward and then turned around and told me that she wasn't actually going to be able to go (by which point I was already late!) because she was grieving. What was she grieving, I asked her. That she will never have biological grandchildren. That's what was wrong with her. Something she had known for ten years. I pointed out to her that she already had non-biological grandchildren, but apparently that isn't good enough. So yeah, she stormed off when I told her she couldn't guilt me into having children (that's what she was trying to do, she's done it before). So I had to postpone my dress fitting, and got a £50 change for cancelling so late. Great, mum, just wonderful.
But somehow the day managed to get worse, because I went for afternoon tea with FMIL. Some background might be helpful for this one. I have known FI since I was 16, but only started seeing him when I was 37. The entire time I was just his friend, she loved me, thought I was brilliant, and we got on really well! And then we started dating. And suddenly I was unworthy of her son. But she put up with it, because, as she said at the time "it won't last, you're too different." And then we got engaged, and I became the route of all evil. I am too old for him (a grand total of 7 months his elder), too 'wild' (not entirely sure what she means by this', I have been married before, I am bisexual, so would cheat on him, this list goes on.
Anyway, so we went for afternoon tea, and she had invited an old friend of FIs. Fine by me, we get on okay. But FMIl didn't know this, and thought I would be jealous of this friend because she is his ex (from when they were 14, I might add) and has known him longer than me. Upon seeing my lack of jealousy, she started saying how it was such a shame that FIs friend was already married, and that she would have made such a great match for FI. And we were both like 'what?'. Anyway, she continued with this, and when I got annoyed at her; turned to me and said 'Artis, dear, I love you, but you simply aren't good enough for my son'. So I left.
I told FI about this (perhaps unwisely) and he kind of went mental at his mum, and told her that if she couldn't accept that he was marrying me, she wasn't fit to come to the wedding. So she said she isn't coming.
What a brilliant day its been.