Every family has that one relative who treats your house like a free vacation spot—mine just happens to bring an entourage. My mother-in-law, Juliette, had a habit of showing up empty-handed, loud, and full of expectations. For years, I smiled through it, hosting her clan with food, patience, and zero help. But this Fourth of July, I decided enough was enough.
Juliette’s visits were more invasion than invitation—she’d criticize my food, rearrange my living room, and let the grandkids treat the house like a playground. I’d be left scrubbing floors and picking up after a party I never agreed to host. When she casually announced her entire family was coming for the weekend BBQ, I made my own quiet announcement—just to myself.
When they arrived expecting ribs and a feast, I greeted them with cucumber sandwiches, lukewarm tea, and a sign that read, “Bring your own meat.” The confusion was priceless. The kids complained. Juliette fumed. But I stood firm—no more being the free caterer while they lounged and judged.
