Mother-in-Law HELL

I don’t have a “beginning-to-end” story, but I’d like to share a few specific incidents that stand out. My MIL is very unbalanced, controlling, manipulative, and emotionally abusive. I actually did make a list of all of the things that I observed her doing, but that list is MUCH too long to post here. These are some of the highlights, though:

-She has a “thing” about my husband’s hair. He has semi-long hair, but it is always well-combed and never looks dirty or shaggy. Back when we were seeing her often, she would constantly nag him to comb or wash it, often several times a day. He had a freelance job that included public appearances/meeting with clients. She would constantly schedule him hair cutting appointments behind his back. One particular time, he directly refused to cut his hair (it was quite short and perfectly trimmed). I heard her begin to loudly…

I have posted on this site before and received a lot of help but now I am stuck again and feel as if this is the only place I can get some help. I posted a huge post months ago and would take me forever to write out all the things that his mother and father keep doing.

My future husband’s parents were just here for the week, we had not seen them for a long time because honestly I just can’t handle them, I don’t trust them, plus I have health issues.

My future husband moved to my state which is only a 1 hour plane flight away 2 years ago. My parents, who have sacrificed all their lives for me, helped us buy a home. My parents NEVER bother us and have spoken badly of my future husband.

Past experience with my future husbands mother has made me not want to…

My MIL is an alcoholic and a druggie. If I had met her before my husband and I eloped, I am quite certain I would not have married him. She is the ultimate piece of work.

The first time I met her she was drunk. The second time, she and I and my SIL went out and she left us at a bar, in the middle of winter, in the middle of nowhere, with no vehicle to get home so she could go screw the bartender. The third time, she wanted to babysit the grandkids so hubby and I could go out. There is no smoking or drinking in my home I told her (so did hubby). Got home, she was drunk and the house reeked of smoke. Final straw had come. So, using the three strike theory, I told her she was not welcome in my home anymore and she…