My wife is the middle of 3 sisters. I met my wife by being friends with the older sister in high school and college. In the 20+ years that I have been close to and then part of the family I have seen one or two of the sisters screaming at, and several times need to be physically restrained from attacking the other one(s) at least in the double digits, usually at holiday gatherings. Any two of them together are perfectly fine and enjoyable company. But for whatever reason when all 3 are together things become incredibly unstable. 80% of the time it’s the oldest and youngest going at it with my wife and MIL trying to diffuse.
My 89 year old half senile GMIL isn’t talking to my MIL as of this past summer over my MIL’s lack of patience with my GMIL’s noncompliance with her medication after a hospital stay for pneumonia which lead to some sort of big argument.
GMIL has since been diagnosed with a grapefruit sized tumor in her abdomen that the oncologist has told her would be fairly straightforward to remove, is likely benign, and that she’s plenty fit for surgery and then proceed to outline all of the things she’ll likely experience if she doesn’t have it removed and let’s it grow unfettered. Well GMIL flipped a coin and “god determined” that she isn’t going to have surgery.
The sisters and MIL are now convinced that this will be GMIL’s last Xmas alive. So older SIL decided we need to get the whole family together for the holiday. Since MIL isn’t welcome in GMIL’s house, SIL booked an air bnb a block away.
Everything is setting up for me to come roaring into this thread. I’m posting thunderdome gifs and stirring the pot in the group chat. SIL’s husband and I are separately discussing if it’s a good idea for us to feign an altercation between us to let some steam out of the pot of things start to go south.
And then last week in an unbelievable turn of events, MIL’s piece of shit, alcoholic, barely employed, money grubbing brother enters the ring. This guy apparently used to be extremely successful but because of his ego, alcoholism, and misogyny, he lost everything and burned all of his bridges. Now he’s a cashier at Kroger, and is just trying to coast to social security and some inheritance from GMIL.
Apparently he and MIL got into an argument over him leaving their aunts remains at the crematorium for over a year unpaid for because he spent the last of her money and the money GMIL gave him to pay for it. In a drunken stupor he somehow misconstrues her comments into her telling the sisters about his most recent DUI (5th or 6th). She hadn’t said anything to them about it. So he fires off a drunken text rant to the sisters trying to pit them against their mother. He leads off with “I guess your mother is insistent on stirring up drama for the holidays”. it goes predictably with them siding with their mother which then turns into him saying all sorts of horrible shit about each of them.
All of this serves to galvanize the sisters in defense of their mother, and lead to GMIL and MIL somewhat resolving their differences so that now everyone is excited to see each other and have a god damn holly jolly Christmas visit. (Un)fortunately, the uncle lives 700 miles away so he won’t be able to physically enter the ring, so to speak.