I've enjoyed this whole thread! I have many stories, but I'll start with just a few stories:
1. My MIL took it upon herself to plan my wedding
for me. Yes, she went around, behind my back, and ordered my flowers, cake, and food without consulting me at all. I was not happy when I found out that she ordered my wedding cake especially, so I went down to the bakery and looked at it and it looked more like a 3- tiered birthday cake, and it was blue (not even my wedding color). I just went ahead and cancelled the whole order and chose a new cake, one that I LIKED. She was very mad when she found out I changed MY cake.
She also ordered my flowers, and ordered them how I said I did NOT want them. She changed our catering plans, saying her "friend" owned a catering co. and would give us a deal (it was good food) but the price she gave us was indeed too good to be true. We found that out after our wedding when MIL sent all the bills for everything she went out and ordered for my wedding to my father since she knew the "father of the bride" was paying. We told her we didn't want to go overboard, but since she wasn't paying..... I felt so bad for my dad. And he's too nice of a guy to say anything, so he just paid the bills.
I don't know if people still do this or not, but back then, you saved the top of the cake in your freezer for your one-year anniversary. Well, right after the wedding, MIL stole the top layer of my wedding cake and the wedding cake topper. She had them in her freezer and refused to give them back to me after repeated requests over the next year. When I finally got upset, I told her I at least want the topper- which I carefully picked out and it was really special to me- she finally decided she was going to mail it. The evil woman just threw this beautiful, sentimental,breakable item in a thin box with no padding and mailed it regular mail

Needless to say, when it arrived at my house, it was shattered into a million pieces


She never apologized or anything. That is only a small sample of how she put a damper on my otherwise beautiful wedding.
2. She wanted me to have a boy (how dare I not give birth to what
she wants!), so when I had a baby girl, she made it known she was disappointed. Not only that, but for years she called her a boy's name!! Hard to believe, I know, but it's very true. After my next child came along, she refused, and still to this day refuses, to spell the name correctly. It's an easy name to spell, too. I have corrected her repeatedly on these issues, but she plays dumb and tries to convince us that everything is an innocent mistake. Ummmmm.... when you are corrected over and over, and you've seen the names in print so many times, you should know what gender your grandkids are and how to spell their names correctly.
3. She only paid attention to the first child I had. Not only favoring her, but downright ignoring the others, hurting their feelings. Yes, I put an end to that but not until my first child got a very expensive birthday present from MIL on MY OTHER CHILD'S BIRTHDAY!. And no, she didn't send anything for the birthday child, nor was she confused about who's birthday it was---she's just mean and hurtful.
4. MIL did not want any 'outsiders' in her family. All of her kids who have gotten married have major issues with MIL. I refuse to live by her. She told us she had cancer once, and come to find out it was all a lie! This was after I spent an hour on the phone with her giving her sympathy. Who does that?!
Those first years of marriage taught me a lot about my crazy IL's. My DH, for some reason, was afraid of her, but that doesn't work with me, nor does it work any longer with DH--thank goodness!! It's all my fault, of course. No- I helped open his eyes. I could write a novel about her, but I'll give someone else chance now.
Hope this threat continues. It certainly is therapeutic and entertaining, although, there are some sad stories on here. It's hard to be with a man sometimes when his mother is a controlling, lying, nutcase. Good thing I did not meet her until after we fell in love. Boy, that felt good.