I come from a pretty well-off family. I grew up with not one but three college funds (one from my parents and one from each set of grandparents), traveled abroad, received a new car at sixteen, etc. Both my parents have multiple Bachelor’s degrees and are very good with money. I understand that I am very privileged and am grateful for the opportunities it has allowed me.
On the flip side, my husband comes from a family where spare money was often spent on smoking and gambling, and they value traveling less. They aren’t poor by any means, and they are very sweet people, but they never saved much for their children’s future or were interested in fostering outside interests of their children. As such, when my husband and I started dating, he was thrown into the deep end of experiencing others’ cultures; lamb sounded “gross” and he had never experienced common activities like camping.
Fortunately, he has adapted well and is much more open to trying new things now. Unfortunately, his brother seems to believe that, by default, he is also entitled to my family’s assets and resources.
It’s Labor Day weekend, and we are at my grandparents’ cabin. My husband and I have paid for all the food for the long weekend, and everything else is essentially “free” thanks to it being off the grid with the exception of the Internet.
The first thing [Brother-In-Law] does upon arrival is complain about how long and hard the drive was on him, seeming oblivious to the fact that the three-hour drive turned into a three-and-a-half-hour drive because he decided to stop for coffee and fast food. Never mind, he had his sister drive the entire time. Whatever. I ignore him the best I can.
Two days in, after helping with none of the cooking and leaving messes everywhere in his wake, [Brother-In-Law] starts talking about how much fun he is having and how he hopes to own his own cabin one day, but he isn’t sure he wants one “here” (in a small, private, tight-knit community in the middle of two national forests).
I mostly ignore him when it comes to his fantasy world of owning a cabin. No need to point out that he cannot change a tire or that even getting a plumber out here is $600 to just show up. He certainly doesn’t need to be reminded that he cannot do basic maintenance and that an hour ago, he was shocked when I started picking up kindling for the slash piles. The fact that he made his sister get a “bug” (it was a wood chip) out of his own dog’s mouth is enough of a deterrent.
He then says something that makes me have to resist the urge to kick him.
Brother-In-Law: “I really like that this is a tradition of us coming up here on Labor Day. It was really fun last year when we did this.”
Me: *Blinking in confusion* “I came up alone last year, my dude. I have videos because it was just me and the dogs. [Husband] was busy then.”
Brother-In-Law: “No. I am pretty sure we were here.”
Sister-In-Law: “Last time we were here, [Dog #1] was just a puppy.”
Me: “And we didn’t have [Dog #2]. Remember?”
Brother-In-Law: “Huh. I could’ve sworn that we were here last year, as well. It must’ve been the year before.”
[Dog #2] is three years old.
Me: “Try five years ago. I remember because [Husband] had just moved down with me and it was the year you graduated.”
Husband: “That’s right.”
[Brother-In-Law] gets a very sour look on his face. The last time we were all up together, he actually tried to break us up. Why? Well, his last girlfriend had dumped his sorry butt, and he was mad his brother was moving in with his long-term girlfriend. Because he is vindictive like that.
Brother-In-Law: “Well, at any rate, this will be a fun tradition. I cannot wait for next year. We can invite [His Poor Roommate]!”
I end up literally biting my tongue so as not to blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. My husband says it a bit more kindly than I ever could.
Me: *Thinking* “We are not giving you a free vacation every year, s***head.”
Husband: “Yeah… We will not be doing this every year. It is a lot of work for [My Name].”
After that, [Sister-In-Law] changed the subject, and surprisingly, [Brother-In-Law] was a bit more humble and thanked me for cooking — even if he did absolutely nothing to help, including the one thing I asked them to do when they left (strip the beds), and I still had to pick up after him. And, of course, as he was walking out the door the next day, he complained about the drive home.
We will be sure to do this in five years, a**hat.