Yay! In-law drama! So, many of you know my storied history with my in-laws. The highlight of which was them not even attending our wedding. Today, I need some help figuring out if I really should stand my ground on this one.
The latest offense is that they didn't show for Cecil's first birthday party. They RSVP'd and said, "Yes, we'll attend." Okay. Great. Party starts, no sign of them. Cutting the cake, no sign of them. DH finally calls them and they say, "Oh, the trip was too long and we needed to help your brother move." The brother that's been living with them and mooching for the last three years after his second marriage went up in an adulterous ball of flame. Ask me about that story another time. It's a good one.
Backstory here is that the in-laws just moved. Finally got rid of the house in Augusta and moved even further away in North Carolina. What was a two-hour trip for us just became almost four hours. Apparently they didn't take this new trip distance into account when telling us they'd be at a birthday party. If they'd just said, "Hey, it's a little too far of a drive for us, we're not going to make it," that's one thing. I would have bitched about it (that's a given), but whatever. They're really far away now, I get it.
But we had to call them in the middle of the party - me trying to be considerate - to see if we needed to wait to cut Cecil's cake until they got there. The short answer to that question was NO.
Today, DH calls and asks me if we're going to his folks' house for Christmas.
I had to ask him to repeat it because I wasn't sure I'd heard him correctly.
I had assumed (incorrectly, I guess) that because they recently bailed on us in such a large fashion that we were in the clear to bail on THEM at Christmas. Especially considering the distance. Nope! DH has apparently now taken pleading phone calls from his brother and sister (doing dirty work for their father) and has been guilted into coming up.
I'm beyond furious and I don't want to go. Those people treat my husband like crap, treat me like crap, and generally ignore our family. I've suffered anxiety-ridden visits to their house for the last eight years (because they won't come HERE) and I'm tired of it. Sending DH alone with the kids just isn't an option. Our two kids are a two-person job. Not to mention, I'd never hear the end of it.
So, what do I do? Say, "Maybe next year!" and enjoy the rest of my holiday and week off work? Or do I actually hire a dogsitter, let DH ply me with Xanax, and make the trek with two kids to the backwoods of North Carolina for two days?-->