My MIL & I aren't speaking right now. She was calling me every day. She thinks my level of grieving is lacking, can't believe I don't want her here to help me sort & pack the house, and wants all of DHs stuff "back" that she purchased. Because, you know none of it has any meaning to ME or my life! Sorry, I post-jacked. I'm drinking a delicious Hendrick's Gin with lime tonic as a reward for another task finished. And talking about MILs is making me want a second. And I want the sangria recipe. The one I use takes overnight to blend all the fruit and brandy before it goes in the wine.
I've been following your heartbreaking story since you first posted. I hope you find peace & you tell your MIL to go to hell. Don't give her anything until you are ready. What a piece of work she is....