I spent my spring break at my parents' house so that we could make some major progress on my July wedding (which, thankfully, we did). After this week, though, I'm not sure how I'll be able to live with my mother during the month between graduation and the wedding.
When I got engaged, I promised myself that I would roll with the punches and try my hardest not to have any "zilla moments." So far, so good. For me anyway. My mom seems to be enough of a zilla for the both of us.
Earlier this week, she got into a verbal fight with our former baker. Yes, this baker was incredibly rude and unprofessional, and yes, we were going to break our contract with her anyway, BUT: there is no need to get into a shouting match and demand your nonrefundable deposit back. The two of them just yelled at each other for about ten minutes--maybe longer, I left. And my younger sister was proud of our mom.
I was mortified. What happened to taking the high road? The pride in knowing that you're the bigger person? It was completely unprofessional for the baker to get sucked into the fight, but it was my mom's fault for starting it. What's more, my mom knows that these kinds of public confrontations give me panic attacks and she did this anyway. She apologized after the fact for making me feel "uncomfortable." I just told her to drop it because there was no way I could talk about that situation rationally.
Besides the bakery fiasco, my mom is extrememly jealous of my MIL. My partner and I have been together for 7 years, and I happen to be very, very close to my MIL. My mom is convinced that I like her better and makes saractisc or self-pitying comments to this effect. I love my mom dearly (even when she's screaming at bakers) and I'm getting sick of having to reassure her that I love her "more" than my MIL.
Arg...I just don't know how to deal with her some times.