He had surgery on his ankle and is non weight bearing for three months. He has lost 25 lbs and the Drs. are worried about the cancer. Her comment...well he was a drunk and only ate junk food. Also I said I was proud of how hard he is working on his ankle rehab and she says well he is lazy and he has to. I give up..ready to cut all communication.
I've had many argument with him about it and told him to keep his opinions to himself.
Finally, I think they all are right about not talking about your husband to her. This was not my problem as mthr loved my husband and hated me. I've learned something called the gray rock technique: you give as much interest as a gray rock! When asked, pick one: repeat ad nauseam. Eh, he's ok. Nothin' much. Fine. Boring, right? That's the point, like a gray rock.
When I realized I was trying to feed mthr gossip just to have something to say, I also saw she was still in my head in that way. If I have to gossip to have something to say, it's time to go. It's all gray rock stuff now.
My father is not nasty but he is self absorbed and his favorite topic is his bowel movements. My visits are very short and spaced far apart.
TG I never had narcissistic parents. You need to take care of husband. Don't talk about him to her. If she asks keep it short. If she starts, leave. She is safe and cared for.
And then when she broaches the boundaries--you walk away.
Your first care is for your hubby.
(I have a slightly similar situation: My MIL hates me profoundly and does whatever she can to kibosh anything DH and I plan--like calling him on my birthday and keeping him all day at her place, fixing myriad little things--full well knowing it's my birthday and she's ruining it.)
In my case, Dh has never chosen to stand up for me or tell her that I come first. All I want is ONCE, ONCE for him to tell her that he chooses me over her.
Luckily, she's pretty much a recluse and the problem has pretty much disappeared when she kind of pulled into herself 24/7. We don't have a lot of drama anymore and I won't see her, period.
My mom is 93, she was understanding when my husband had surgery. I can’t imagine how bad it would make me feel if she hadn’t been. I’d get upset too. Feel the pain, then move forward.