I've recently cut almost all contact with an uncle who has form for rudeness.
The final straw was him inviting himself, his partner, his 2 early-30s children and one of their partners to mine for dinner, making a 'suggestion' about what I should cook, turning up 30 minutes early empty-handed then making a snarky comment that I was slow getting his first drink, and finally eating a vast number of the hor d'oeuvres and then telling me repeatedly and pointedly how hungry he was while I was putting the finishing touches on dinner.
Now admittedly, dinner was served a little late at about 8.15pm - but he ate quite a lot before dinner and I think could not possibly have been hungry enough to warrant such rudeness (and I'm quite greedy so by no means a competitive under-eater). Also, my husband was unexpectedly away that weekend so I was hostessing solo for all 5 of them while dealing with my own 2 youngish children - not his fault but given that I host them about twice a year and always cook a 4 course meal, decent wine, nicely set table etc I thought he could have cut me some slack.
He has form and has engaged in CFery in small-ish ways a couple of times a year for about a decade (mostly inviting himself and his partner/children to our place for dinner/celebrations) but I'd always brushed it off because 'he's family'. However, after this last effort I've decided to reduce contact and to no longer host him or his (equally rude or at least oblivious) family members.
I don't think I'm really being unreasonable but I do feel a bit guilty.
Please help assuage my guilt by telling me your tales of what made you finally break up with a CF! I so love a good tale of triumph over cheeky fuckery.