Because I am a cynical, awful person, I also believe he is so anxious to have us up there because I make a nice salary. We were fortunate that DH was able to attend trade school without having to take a part time job; my salary was enough to support us if we were careful. I'm sure BIL sees that as 'Hillia has tons of money...that's really DHname's...and that means he OWES it to me if I need/want it'. So, yeah.
Ah, yes. The "You have more money than me so you owe me." snowflake.
"Della" was married to "Reese", DH's cousin. Della wanted to be a Party Planner back before I knew that was a thing. Della wanted my "support". I said, Sure! Sounds like a great idea! Go for it! But that wasn't what she meant.
I suppported her first effort with many hours of labour and $250.00 in expenses with the promise of repayment upon completion of the party. After she said she didn't make enough to pay me back so she offered to plan my upcoming Halloween party.
I found strange resistance from her that I expected to fund the entire cost and not charge my guests. She flaked on meeting after meeting but I heard lots of I have planned, I'm doing, or I'll be bringing... when I could catch her on the phone.
I organized the decorations, food, drinks and entertainment myself, with her "blessing".
The day comes and Della, Reese and two couples they invited arrive about an hour before the party. I thought they were Della's help. I was soon disabused of that idea. They brought with them a large pinata.
She was shocked that we'd decorated. She was upset that all the food was purchased and prepped. She was irritated that we'd already bought all the alcohol (I got the feeling she was expecting to be handed a substantial amount of cash at the onset).
But most of all she needed a little more time to finish the pinata she brought. Della disappeared to the back room to finish and DH's cousin and both guys went out for a smoke only to come back after the guests started to arrive. One of the girls, the Hooker with a heart of gold (she had a big gold heart pinned on her skimpy little outfit), asked if there was any other food. The other if we had anything "else" to drink after the offer of water or a soft-drink, since, you know I thought they were working with the "party planner". She gladly helped herself to the bar.
The party was legendary. The pinata was a disaster. The Hansen Brothers got into a fight with each other and Jabba the Hutt got stuck in a hallway with the Green Party. Cops were dancing with bikers. Osama and Bush were hugging. Pandemonium, I tell you.
As the party wound down the Pimp/Hooker and the other two (Waiters? Goths? Ninja?) approached, wanting me to PAY THEM for "working" from the time they got there. I counter-offered to pay their cab fare home and boy were they mad to find out I had an account and wouldn't be giving them cash. Della and Reese slept it off in the back room. In the morning we took them out for breakfast and Della handed me an invoice.
The invoice said: party planning - staff - custom pinata. Less 280 paid. total $500.00 payable now."
I paid $250.00 for a pinata I didn't ask for, and from then until we stopped seeing them, whenever anyone asked what Della "did", she'd say she was going to be a Party Planner, but she didn't get any support, and look mournfully at us, but at least she never again asked for my "support".