My friends take turns renting a vacation house for a month. I rented a large farm house with pool and housekeeper up the hill from a lovely beach town. Six months out all the rooms are filled for the entire stay. My husband gets an email from his sister (my sister-in-law/ SIL) saying that she and her mother (MIL) will be coming for a visit. I tell my husband all the rooms are taken and send email to SIL saying the same and give her the contact for a hotel in Beach Town. I come home to the farm house late one afternoon to find my SIL and MIL sitting in the living room. Great I think, two more for dinner and no advance warning. I say that I am going up to my room to change. Two steps up the stairs my husband says there is a change in rooms. Yeap. I get to my room to find their luggage and things all over my room. I sleep on the floor? Nah. A side note on MIL. No one ever tells her no. Our house heated to 80F day/night when she visits in winter and 60F in summer. All lights turned on all the time. Her food in frig, yours on counter, etc. Whatever. But after 15 years, I had enough. My vacation house (I paid for everything), my rules. I packed up their things, took luggage downstairs and put in their car. Saying nothing. Went in kitchen. The stove top is filled with pots madly bubbling. MIL cooking is the worst.



Housekeeper has been unable to cook meal we had planned. I got the largest pot, poured all the ‘food’ in and had the housekeeper help me take pot out, through living room, to edge of forest. Dumped it. Went back in kitchen, packed up their food, took it to their car. Went and stood in front of SIL and told her there was no room in the house and they would have to get a room in Beach Town. Turned to my husband and asked him to please escort his mother to their car. I went to the pool where all my friends were and waited. They took the next plane home. No means No.



Updates:

That fall my SIL found a lump and had surgery scheduled. Her mother lives with her. We were asked to have her mother stay at our house before surgery thur after, about a week. And no one was to tell my MIL about my SIL breast cancer, because MIL would be too upset. And then make it all about her, causing more stress and work for SIL. That’s right, we are all to care more about how upsetting it will be for MIL. It made me so mad, so mad I couldn’t talk or be around my MIL. And she was in my face every 16 seconds and trying to make the house her house by re-arranging stuff. Which made me more angry. I told my husband it was Totally Fucked Up to be more concerned about his mother than his sister with breast cancer. I said, fuck this, packed a bag and went to my cousin’s house.

Surgery went well. My SIL and already arranged to have her mother flown down to her daugther’s house after leaving our house. MIL was eventually told about surgery, downplayed. SIL finally realized that her mother will always put herself first while sucking the marrow out of your bones. She moved her mother back home into a small (super, grand, luxe) apartment with a person to come by daily.

I went NC.

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