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My thanksgiving was a drama filled shitstorm. BIL and MIL aired their dirty laundry in front of every one because he owes her money and *gasp* she actually expects him to pay it back. My BIL's ex-wife who is now with FIL (yeah...you read that right) is pissed because BIL is staying with them since being kicked out by his second ex-wife and he has nowhere else to go. BIL brought all five of his kids then expected everyone else to watch the 2yo (who can escape like Houdini). FIL and ex-wife #1 finally told BIL to not bother coming home due to his behavior and I had to hear an hour of his woe is me crap until DH got back from driving someone home. That's the cliffs' note version, but needless to say, my perfectly planned and executed Thanksgiving (in which I hosted 20 people) was ruined by one 30 year-old douche bag. The bright side is that my DH's unicorn was slaughtered in an epic fashion. My in-laws are Jerry Springer cannon fodder.

On my end, thanks to DWIL, MY douche bag brother (who is 25, unemployed, and living with my parents) refused to come because, after he acted like an asshole to everyone last Christmas, my DWIL-created spine of steel told him he was not welcome back to my house until he learned to behave like a decent human being. My mom had the "I just killed her kitten" face when she said he wasn't coming (like she was expecting me to call him and beg for him to come), and I simply said, "Mom, if he is all butt-hurt because someone finally spoke up and called him out instead of constantly rug-sweeping his rude, disrespectful behavior, oh well." So, I had my family well-leashed.