My MIL didn't like me either. She was a little thing(5') I'm tall. I helped her get in my car the front seat, and put the seat belt on her. When driving down the road she said "You don't like me very much." I asked her why she thought that. It was because nobody ever let her sit in the fornt seat anymore because they thought the seat belt would kill her. Then we went to eat. She ordered at the counter in this real low voice, and when I ordered she says in the loudest voice you ever heard. I suppose I have to pay for it all." I did make her 2 quilts, and would you believe she told everybody I was her favorite DIL. There were 3 of us DIL. It will work out in the end. She passed away at 98,but she still knew who I was, the one that made her the great quilts.