Pretty sure I’ve told this story before but anyway:
pils got fed up with hosting the extended family (they had three kids who all got married and had more kids) so we took it in turns booking a large house to stay in for a weekend and catering the weekend.
each couple in turn hosted their weekend and provided plenty of food and booze.
then it was pil’s turn. They were already pissed off because the cost of hiring somewhere and catering for everyone was more than the cost of food when they hosted but anyway.
so we went on their weekend. Friday was fine - we ate at home and drove down.
Saturday they’d prepped a picnic out, not enough food but dh nipped to the shop and bought a fuckload more.
then we got to dinner. Mil went into the kitchen, and the hours stretched on. And on. We were all getting pretty hungry. Dh went into the kitchen and found mil and FIL arguing about how to get the oven on - dinner hadn’t even been started.
by 11pm we were fucking starving. By this point we’d fed the kids (the other two had brought surreptitious food and they fed their kids in the bedroom, we had to get picnic remnants out of the kitchen to feed our kids).
then I was just so hungry I needed food so I went into the kitchen and got some bread.
mil started crying. She was so upset.
FIL started shouting at me for upsetting mil, I was saying I was hungry and then he got really upset and hit me.
i left the cottage and went into a nearby field for about an hour, really hungry and very upset.
when I came back in we left.
there were no more weekends.
seriously, this sort of thing can cause massive upset in some people.
obviously I refused to ever see them again and it was a good few years before I even considered extending an olive branch.