So my husband has his vacation time and wants to go see his family. Yay. NOT. About 6 months ago his brother publicly bashed me on FB and this wasn't the first time mind you. He later private messaged me all kinds of ******** about how his whole family hates me, is glad I am gone (we moved to another state) and how I brainwashed his brother into being a Jesus freak. He blames me for my husband kicking their father out when he moved in with us to "get back on his feet" but instead had blood sugars at 500, refused to eat healthy or see a friggin doctor and then eventually started smoking again while being on canular O2. Seriously. He refused to work after his unemployment for 2 years ran out. It was too much. And my HUSBAND asked him to leave, not me. And all this was after multiple counseling sessions (with all three of us and some with just the two of them). We TRIED. We tried to help him. But you cannot help someone who doesn't want to help themselves. And he's been living on someone else's couch for the past year since he moved back to FL. My brother in law claims I made his dad leave because his dad is gay (I have never given a crap about that - NOT my business) and wasn't "Christian enough" for me. He has always had something against me since my husband and I got serious. Like I took his brother away from him or something. Ugh.

My husband wants to go visit this family. The family full of redneck, cigarette smoking, *n* word using, foul mouthed @sshats who are all alcoholics and never leave home regardless of how old they get. What a mess! And to boot he says we can stay at his brothers (who finally got his own place...at 30yrs old). Sure, let's go stay with your brother who will probably try to kill me in my sleep, wonderful. Then he says he wants to take the kids to the beach. Fabulous. Cause I'm not 50lbs overweight from stupid psych meds, sure, let's go to THE BEACH!!! Ugh. He doesn't understand. He doesn't understand that I have no desire to go visit a bunch of ignorant jerks that don't care about me, they just want to see him and the kids. And I certainly have no desire to die in FL heat at the beach in jeans because I don't own a pair of shorts that even fit since I became a beached whale.

Part of me hates him for this. Part of me hates ME for this. He says he's not exactly happy with his body either but he'll get over it for the kids because it's not about him. That's great and everything but he hasn't had a recent HUGE fluctuation in his weight either. And that was a nice way of calling me selfish, thanks honey. I don't know how to get out of this, around it, or over it. I am NOT medicated properly to deal with this crap.