Mine are a fucking nightmare... without fail, every bastard year:
MIL complains that she “doesn’t like the way I cooked XYZ...
MIL sits on her fat arse while I host and cook and tidy up after their lazy arses....
Last year I was expected to do the same but I was 8.5 month pregnant... my ankles were the size of an elephants the day after....
MIL without fail, has some sort of complaint about her Christmas gifts from DH and FIL, even going as far as to accuse them of trying to ruin Christmas by purposely buying her something she didn’t like!!! (Baring in mind DH and FIL routinely ask her specifically what she wants months before, the fact she never gives a definite answer is not their problem!)
FIL throws a massive strop if I ask him to —get the fuck out the kitchen— keep out of the way because I need my postage stamp sized kitchen clear while I cook...
FIL then goes to the fridge demanding to have a snack (having totally ignored the canapés and assortment of other goodies on the sideboard in the front room 🙄)
MIL has a go at DH for marrying “a crap girl who has her own ideas not in keeping with our family’s about the right way to do Christmas”
So, yeah, Christmas with a pair of cunts (not limited to Christmas either if you cate to read my previous threads)
So this year we are having dinner out, (“she’s not cooking, lazy little bitch!”)
I now have planned to buy ready prepared stuff to eat or only needs throwing in the oven for 20 minutes
Am working Christmas Eve and Boxing Day!!! And they’re pissing off home on the 27th!
And finally, DH has been fully briefed that next year it will be just us, or he would no longer have use for a penis beaker!!!