Dealing with my MIL has made me all the more determined to be the opposite when it comes my turn to be the MIL. Hopefully, I will only have one chance to get it right. My DM & DF died 23 years ago and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss them. Once I told my MIL that I had hoped that we could have a better relationship because "she was the only mother I had". She said she knew I never liked her because the day I met her, I didn't like the ice cream she served. This was in 1971! I also had the nerve to not like the dress she made for my wedding. My colors were fall, peach & green, and she made her dress in purple. I stood there with my mouth open, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. She turned and left my house. In a way, it cleared the air because at least I knew what I was dealing with. When they were in FL, we saw them maybe once a year. Now, they will be 20 minutes away. I can't wait. Not.
Wendy B