Whew...finished reading all of these! My jaw has been scraping the floor for over an hour now.
For my story..I gritted my teeth every other Christmas knowing I would be hosting my step sister, her husband and their eventual child, but as they live 8 hours away and only came every other year I just dealt with it...until I finally had had enough
First time - This was the first time I had spent any time with my BIL and it took about 5 minutes to realize I really did not like him. He is a loud mouth know it all, but for the sake of harmony I kept my mouth shut (trust me, that is no easy feat for me!). He kept following me into my kitchen (that was very small) and telling me how to make things. Ummmm..my holiday meals were always very well received so I didn't need help and he was in my way. Step mom finally told him to sit down and leave me alone. Now, I like when people eat, I cook a lot of food and even with my parents, my step brother and these 2, my DD and myself there should have been left overs..I say should have. I have never seen 2 people load up on food like these 2 did. I have oversize plates I use for these meals and these plates were literally overflowing! Not only did they each have 3-4 helpings of everything (while we all sat wide eyes) but they drank 2 gallons of milk! Then complained when things ran out! I have never had anything run out! When they left I realized they drank all the milk without telling me leaving my then 2 yr old with no milk!
Second time- Different place, slightly larger but I still hated anyone in my kitchen when I am doing things but he was my shadow. Again, ate like it was the first and last meal they would ever have, but thankfully my dad gave me the idea to not put all the food out so we would have some left overs for both myself and parents to take home. Hid extra milk too. Step sis had just had their son and was BF'ing..no problem other than she decides to feed him at meal time in front of all of us with absolutely no cover. Glad she was ok with it..my father and her brother were not. I gently hinted that she could use my room but she said no, she was fine and continued shoveling food in her mouth while we were all staring at the turkey carcass.
Third time - Their son was now 3 and they let him do whatever he wanted. He got upstairs and went under my sink and got the windex out and was spraying it everywhere. My DD, who was 9 found him. She brought him back down (I was getting the buffet set up) and told his parents what he did but said she didn't believe he had ingested any. I was then treated to a 20 minute lecture about why I should have baby proofed my home. I finally said "I don't have a baby, they do and should have been watching him." He told me "Your DD should be watching him, we are guests". By this time, between him putting on a football game on TV loudly and the kid running and screaming constantly, my poor dad had developed an eye twitch and I wanted them to just leave. Again, ate like barbarians, loaded their sons plate up and he just threw it all over my floors (they didn't clean it up or attempt to stop him, my step mom did).
Straw that broke the camels back - The year my little one was 1, they were coming again, having not been for a the last year due to weather. My dad calls me about 3 pm Christmas Eve to give me the heads up that I am going to get a phone call asking me to change the time of the meal because they had to be back to work the day after Christmas but still wanted to have dinner (remember, they live 8 hours away). I told my dad they can ask but dinner was 5 pm like it was every single blessed year. So an hour later step BIL calls and says "I need to ask a big favor, We have to work the 26th and it is a long drive back but we want a Christmas meal, so can you make it earlier?" I bit, just to see what he would ask (dad didn't specify the time they were asking for) and he said "Noon". Pardon? You want me to have a turkey, a ham, and the various sides all done at noon because you twits can't plan to come down when you have time off? (This part was said in my head!). I just said that that would be impossible as the morning is spent with my kids opening gifts and having breakfast, that I would have to start cooking at about 6 am and myself and SO were up late anyways getting the gifts under the tree and doing some of the food prep. He then whined (not attractive) "what are we supposed to do? How will our son have a holiday meal? You have to change this!" I calmly told him no, wasn't going to do it. He hung up, I called my dad and him, my step mom, my SO and I shared a good laugh. My poor step brother, who they were staying with apologized to me for their rudeness. They ended up coming over unannounced on Christmas Eve, where the son repeatedly harassed my SO's dog(we put up a baby gate to keep the dog from mauling this kid) and were treated to why my step BIL is the smartest man in the whole.wide.world. because he knows EVERYTHING! Finally, I looked at my watch and said, goodness, if we are going to be there, we have to leave now. Thankfully, my SO and older DD played along with this lie, they left and we drove around looking at Christmas lights just to get out of the house! They have never been back and I told my parents I would never host them again.