I had the oh-so enjoyable pleasure of meeting my (now ex) MIL one time. Just once, that's all it took. I (stupidly) convinced my (then) DH to give it one more go at a relationship with her, so we drive from FL to MA in one shot, to spend Christmas and New Years with his dad, and visit his mom.
We met. We shook hands. Then she opened her mouth. And that was the beginning of the end.
The night actually ended with her screaming obscenities, and trying to hit me with kitchen appliances, and me being held back by DH with all of his might so that I couldn't dive over her kitchen island and take her out.
We left (read: he drug me down the stairs while his brother blocked her in the kitchen from being able chase after us) and had champagne with his dad to calm down and ring in the new year, and never spoke to her again.
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Last edited by Hillargh; 11-19-2012 at 07:39 PM.