First off I am really not a B*tch.......
We lived in Vegas during the 90's boom. My InLaws live in Salt Lake City. Still do..to say they were horrible parents to DH during his childhood would be generous.
They planned trips to WDW with him and when it was time to leave somehow there was not enough money for him to go along.
His Stepfather would beat him for stuff most people would yell at. During his beatings if it was nice out his Mother would come in and tell him to stop the beating so she could close the windows/doors.
At the age of 15 he was required to get a job (job permit from school) and pay for his expenses: clothes, medical , dental and room and board.
I could go on and on.......
My MIL is a drug addict, not crack or meth but prescription pills. They came to visit us in July. July in Vegas is like 117 outside. DH is an Iron Worker he works outside. We use the air conditioning. She did not like it on. It was too cold, so she turned it off. In Vegas in July it takes your place 2 days to cool down! So after about 36 hours we were like boy it sure is hot. DH was pissed!
At the time we had a 15 year old Black Lab. She was old and did nothing to bother anybody. She never barked she was so sweet and old. My MIL just opened the front door and pushed her outside. Not in the backyard or on a leash. My dog was wandering around our neighborhood in the 117 degree heat lost.
She then started rifling through our drawers looking for ?? We did not have what she needed. She did this while we were still in bed sleeping. I woke up to her end my dresser. I asked her WTF? She said she was looking to see that I cleaned DH's clothes, socks and underwear. She started in on me that I was a bad wife. And then...........she asked what I was MAKING her for breakfast. I flipped out and told her to pack all her crap and hit the McDonalds on her way out of town. I told her to call her "Doctor" so she would have her "prescription" waiting for her when she gets into town.
She then started telling DH she never wanted to have him and it was her fault her life was ruined at 17. Then DH told her to get out.
They left and we didn't hear from them until we moved back to I'll two years later.
That and when DH's Step Father met our boys (MIL has never even acknowledge them) are also fun stories.