Ah, my mother outlaw.
She was a piece of work. Probably summed up by what happened when the future ex wife and I decided (mistakenly) to take her along on our trip to San Diego.
Why San Diego? Why...for the beach, of course.
So we get out there on the beach, and before we even sat down she started to complain. The sun was just too intense. So I wandered down the beach, rented an umbrella, and set it up. Everything's fine, right? Nope. She lays out her beach towel, sits down, and immediately starts complaining about how uncomfortable the sand was. It was hot, and lumpy, and she just couldn't relax, so I said "why don't you go into the ocean and cool off?"
Nope. She's terrified of the water.
To recap: Sun, sand, and surf. All the reasons you go to the beach. It was everything I could do not to say "then why the hell did we bring you to the beach?"
And that was just the one thing. We went to the seafood restaurant, because that's what you do when you're that close to the ocean, right? And then when we got there she announced that she was allergic to seafood. Really? We'll go somewhere else, then. "No, I'll find something to eat on the menu" and they had a chicken dish which she ordered. Then complained about when it arrived and sent it back twice.
The entire week went like this. Yes. A week.
On our way out of town, she declared that she needed to stop at the nearest drug store to buy some Imodium for the trip home. If you know what Imodium is, and you have a cranky mother in law, you'd think "that's probably a good idea," right? No. Turned out she needed a very particular form of it...the tablets wouldn't work or the capsules wouldn't work or the liquid wasn't good enough or whatever I forget, but she had a (pun entirely intended) shit-fit over the fact that we couldn't find the right version and after 3 stops and with a 6-7 hour drive ahead I finally snapped.
I don't snap. I never snap. That day, I snapped in the way that a person who never snaps does after spending a week with a psycho mother in law. I turned around and while I don't recall exactly what I said it began with "lady, if you don't shut the fuck up right now..."
She remained silent for the entire drive home. And the six months afterwards.