once upon a time it would bother me about his parents, especially since he is such a great guy, but I just ignore them. at family functions I delight in being there- my presence is enough to send his ex into a tizzy- she's still waiting for him to come home over 25 years later.
I love it- makes me laugh that I am to be feared. I just need to exist to cause them grief, can you imagine if I provoked them? I do feel bad for my kids- they see their grandparents at things for their siblings, but they never ask about them.
His ex always took a liking to our son and she will say hello to him. I never stopped him from being nice, but I noticed at my step son's fiancee's shower, my son's fiancee said hello to her. I think I need to have a word with her. (how's that for complicated?)
anyway- I got the better end of the deal- hubby is the best and laughs about my quilting addiction so how can I complain about his ex and parents? He chose me- he said he couldn't live without me and we'll face whatever together.