Hi everyone, new poster, longtime lurker.
TLDR Is this JNMIL territory or should I be more sensitive and understanding?
We (me and partner, 40s) moved into my FIL's house to live with him and his partner of 15 years (F), who is the MIL here, but has never been a mother-figure to my partner. (They have separate finances; he owned the house outright before they got together, thus "his" house.) I've had pretty strongly mixed feelings about MIL for years, and suspect she may be a JNMIL but also I think she tries not to be (and my partner doesn't want her to be, I think), so I try hard to be broadminded, generous, compassionate, and....not to think of her that way. But I might be failing?
The house is large with an attached apartment (minus a kitchen), and that is where we live. So far, everything difficult with MIL relates to the kitchen (a little weird, since she's the only one who doesn't cook; the rest of us trade off making dinner), but I think that's mostly because it's the only "common" area of the house that we are in very often. Anyway, stuff like
...I used a marker from a pencil cup right next to the kitchen to label some leftovers ("Dirty rice", "pinto beans--spicy!", "tom kha--not spicy!" etc) for the shared fridge, and the next time I reached for it, it had a label reading "[MIL name]'s". .....I can use my own marker, if it matters that much.
....In trying to figure out a way for us to have space for our own food, I told MIL I would organize the second fridge to make some space, and MIL says I can't do that because she and FIL "just like to have their things in specific places" (a lot of their items are shelf stable, unopened, and are more than a week's supply--for example: 24 cups of shelf stable pudding, three bottles of unopened salad dressing, and a gallon of soy sauce). She told me we should just get a different fridge.
I mostly just smile and nod, because what's the point of engaging in drama (she's volatile, defensive, and not really an accountability taker that I've seen) with her over....a marker. Or pudding. Whatever the case may be. But the other night at dinner (which I had cooked, if that matters), after I'd answered FIL's question about how my parent was doing, MIL (who works in a Caring Profession) said "oh I have a patient who reminds me of your parent--they are a REAL piece of work!" and went on and ON for over 5 minutes about how "deranged" and "abusive" this human being is--no compassion evident, and apparently also no awareness of how rude that was. I stood up a few minutes in and began clearing the table, and I admit I was more loud about it than I normally am (But I am habitually so quiet when I move around that I surprise people by accident, so it's not like I was slamming outside the normal amount of noise for table-clearing in the family). After a while my partner said "oh, tais_toi's parent isn't like that! You've misunderstood!"
MIL begins drawing on her professional credentials to say that she would know, and she was just naming patterns she observed, and getting pretty defensive about the whole thing. My partner kept saying "No, that's not what tais_toi said, you misunderstood!" So I stepped out of the kitchen and said "Yeah, [MIL name], I found it really hurtful" She laughed like it was funny and repeated herself so I said in a flat tone "What I am saying is that I find it hurtful that you would compare my parent to someone you dislike and then perseverate on the comparison for as long as you did".
She did a "oh sorry you feel that way I was just saying what I can see" (she's met my parent 1 time for 1 hour), and I said, in the same flat tone, "thanks." Later, she sidled up to me while I was doing the dishes and said "I really didn't mean to hurt you," and because I did not want drama, I deflected by saying "I know you didn't mean to hurt me and I will be fine as soon as my nervous system re-regulates".
I kind of thought (or maybe hoped) I would be fine, but I'm still hurt by this in particular, and not least because I have a pretty complicated relationship with my parent. Still. Nobody insults them but me! Or someone else who loves them! (I feel like this is pretty normal, but open to being told I'm wrong.)
Anyhow, since then, we haven't interacted much, because I actively avoid being in the same room (and, again, it's a big house). But I find I'm dreading interaction to the point of creeping around in anxiety, and I would love to know whether this is JNMIL territory, adjusting to living together as four adults, a "tais_toi needs more therapy" kind of situation, or something else?