@ToffeeNotCoffee I know we've never met, but I love you!
My ex's family were like this. They were his step-family. There was barely a person in London who didn't know that he had 'family in Verbier', he'd get it inot any conversation. The talking about skiing started in about August. 'When are you going, are you going, is there snow yet, what kind, is it good snow, I'm going but then I'm lucky, we've got family in Verbier.'
I don't ski. I have ME, for one thing, and if I were the healthiest person in the world, it still wouldn't be my thing. They asked me soon after I met him - we had loads of other things in common, btw, and were otherwise happy - and I said oh, no, thank you, not for me.
It became clear that wasn't a good enough point of view. It became the thing that broke us up. One of his more pernicious Perpetua relatives said once, 'oh it must be very difficult for Esther, not skiing, and being involved with a family like this.'
Why? Why was it difficult for me not to care for someone else's hobby? You go, I'll see you when you get back. How is it so difficult? You weren't allowed to do that.
He and I were otherwise very suited, but the fact that I wouldn't join their ruddy cult was unacceptable to the rest of his step-family.
So you, Toffee, are now my heroine! Thank you for cheering my day.