This is the story of how lucky I can be, and how we never speak to my SO's uncle, wife, or son (S).
(this story deals with implied adult subject matter)
This was about two years ago, I had been seeing my SO for about a year at the time. S was about seventeen, and had been behaving borderline inappropriately toward me for the entire time I knew him. The kind of inappropriate that it's hard to call someone on but still makes you uncomfortable, like hugging a little too long, or always finding an excuse to touch. My SO's brother (R) decided to host a BBQ to celebrate my SO graduating from a culinary program. R probably spent hundreds on meats, drinks, etc. My SO decided to show off his new skills and made huge amounts of deserts. (family tradition, they always go overboard on food and they have standing arrangements with either the Salvation Army or their grandmother's church to donated usable leftovers for their lunch the next day.)
Day of the BBQ, everything goes well. The party starts breaking up and we're left with me, my SO, R and family, Uncle and family hanging out chatting. S says he's going to get another soda and asks if I want one. I say sure and he brings me an open can. The guys (minus S) meander off to show off some new car thing. I start feeling really woozy and out of sorts. S says "let me help you inside" and leads me to the door. That's the extent of my memory of the day.
What I've been told happened is: S brought me inside. R had seen him and told my SO that I didn't look so good so he came in to check on me and decided to bring me to the hospital. S apparently told my SO that he had been taking care of me and everything was fine. R and his wife come with us, Uncle and family offer to clean up. There were some very questionable results to my blood work, but nothing conclusive enough to be able to involve police. I came to my senses and was released about 6 hours later.
Uncle and family did, in fact, clean up. They packed up all the remaining food and soda, and loaded it into their cars. They also took all the left over paper plates, cups, plastic silverware, napkins etc. They even took the table clothes. They took uncooked meat that R had just in case he had underestimated usage or more people showed up than planned.
R and my SO went the next day and confronted him about taking every thing from the picnic, and about what they suspected their son was trying to do to me, and Uncle told them "you asked me to clean up and told me to take whatever I wanted. Consider the food payment for cleaning up. As for your friend, you have no way to prove he was 'trying' to do anything with her, and even if he was what'd do you do? Boys will be boys and it's not like he succeeded."
Neither my SO or his brother have spoken to these people since this incident to the point that he will outright hang up on them if they call. We have heard through the grapevine that they lament our lack of contact as us being "dramatic" or saying they hate the fact that a "misunderstanding" caused such a rift. Yeah. We're dramatic for not including a (now 19 year old) boy who displayed criminal behavior, and his uncle who at best was horribly rude and took advantage of the situation to get a ton of free food.