I’d love to have a laugh on Betty’s back, but this mother-in-law is clearly not a hundred percent hinged. You could correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t know anyone who, in their right mind, would be determined to be the third wheel on their child’s romantic getaway, preferably by breaking and entering. Cupid’s got nothing on a mother-in-law who thinks February 14th is less about hearts and more about moms.

Turning the couple’s romantic day into a complete disaster, complete with accusations, door-banging, and enough made-up stories to qualify for a creative writing award. This is the kind of mother-in-law who shows their «love» by showing up unannounced, after convincing herself her son is in immediate danger, and threatening to call the cops because you won’t let her storm the castle.

But the true magic of this Valentine’s Day fever dream comes after the getaway, when our unlucky couple returns home to find the door wide open and, surprise, only the wife’s belongings tampered with, signature break-in courtesy of Betty.

Apparently, when Betty isn’t busy rewriting reality, she moonlights as a one-woman SWAT team with a search-and-seize warrant for anything vaguely threatening to her maternal supremacy.

The law can’t do much without proof, and hubby’s masterful conflict resolution involves more rug sweeping than the cleaning staff at Buckingham Palace. Betty escapes justice with her favorite prize: plausible deniability, a wounded ego, and ongoing tries for Mother of the Year.