Technically not my mom, but MIL has been a mother figure to me since I was a teenager.
MIL doesn't let things drop. Last week was my 10 year HS reunion, and she still brings up how devastated she was that I blew her off on Graduation night. Well, her son and I were broken up at the time, I had a different boyfriend and I had about 10 minutes to see him and all my friends before my parents made it onto the field and I was expected to be with them for Family Time. So to have my ex-boyfriends mom crying was a bit awkward. I excused myself as quickly as possible. Still hearing about it.
Also, shortly after DH and I got married, we were with the extended family at Denny's. I had ordered hash browns, but they didn't come with the meal. I asked, in what I think was a normal tone, where they were. That morphed into hysterics, weeping, and rending of garments in despair over my missing hash browns. Yesterday we were at IHOP with MIL and the waitress gave her my pancakes. MIL said "Oh, she NEEDS her pancakes. You don't mess with HER pancakes." But it was hash browns, and I really wasn't that broken up about it. I promise.
Oh, and our wedding was fated. In HS, DH and I used to talk about getting married. We had even set a month/year. We broke up, he moved away, came home, we reconnected, and we ended up getting married in that month/year. It was destiny
. There were extenuating circumstances, but we ended up deciding we didn't want to wait any longer on Sunday, and we got married on Monday. So we were calling people asking "Hey Uncle Bob, what are you doing tonight? Oh, well, if you're not busy, I'm getting married." This has morphed into we had
[/b] to get married that night so that it would be month/year. I finally started telling her that I didn't even remember that DH and I had talked about month/year as teenagers, and that I had totally forgotten about it until she, MIL, had brought it up.