Sounds too weird to be true, doesn't it, but people like this DO exist.
Me and DH travelled to see his Dad & partner, the journey door to door, is about 10 hours. They live quite remotely, so there's no way to get food for much of the route.
We arrived at 11pm (they would know we hadn't had dinner). We were offered NOTHING. No meal, no snacks and no drinks. We sat chatting for a few hours, and in the end, I had to ask if I could get a slice of toast or something. No. Not a scrap of food in the house they said. Went to bed on an empty tummy.
Next day, FIL had prepared breakfast for him and his partner, and nothing for us! We got dressed and went out in search of food, but it was a Bank Holiday (foreign country) and most shops were closed.
We eventually found a tiny shop open, at around midday, and got food there. I think at this point we'd not eaten for almost 24 hours. I have never been back.
It's so hard to comprehend, because in my family, the second you turn up my Dad (RIP) used to thrust a glass of wine in your hand (and keep topping you up) and there would always be a big curry or similar bubbling away. In the mornings it was the full monty too, a big fry up etc.
I'll never forget the lack of care, and even more bizarelly, FIL and his partner are in the hospitality trade! WTF.
Op, You will have to say something!