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Input: My apologies ahead of time for the incredible length and possible bad formatting, as I’m mobile.

Some context:
This weekend (evening of 1/25-1/27), my husband’s parents came to town to visit us and my husband’s brother &amp; fiancé (both boys live within 10min of each other, a fact that will be covered in “Additional Context”, also, the trip here is 2.5hrs one way, so not crazy far from their house). They got a hotel more or less smack between the two homes thanks to points my FIL earns due to his frequent work travel. Our home is the default place where meetups would occur, due to my BIL &amp; future SIL’s living arrangements, and I would normally not have a single problem with this...
But this is where a kink is thrown into the mix. Sunday (1/20), I began to get a throat tickle, and by Monday night I was full blown sick (cough, sore throat, runny nose, body aches, fever, etc., etc.). My husband notifies his parents of this and they decide to come anyway, because they don’t think their hotel is refundable or reschedulable. Again, I’m fine with this, because I’ll just sit it out, right? By Wednesday (1/23), I’m so sick that I’m at my doc and getting diagnosed with raging bronchitis, and overnight it becomes so bad that I nearly go to urgent care due to my inability to breathe but thankfully was able to reach my doc to have more meds called in. Still, the parents are coming. Cool. Cool cool cool cool.

Further context:
I generally *tolerate* my MIL and my FIL is mostly silent most of the time, so, again, tolerating him is mostly doable. However, it truly is just tolerating them, because of the treatment of my husband his entire life (verbal and physical abuse til adulthood, verbal and emotional abuse continues, also she’s a narcissist who throws tantrums the likes of which I’ve never even seen toddlers throw). We lived with them briefly til just after the holidays 2017-2018, because of a “final straw” incident where the lives of all the animals in the house were put at risk due to her behavior, physical violence was threatened toward us, all of which spiraled into the single worst tantrum I’ve ever seen her throw, which was compounded by my BIL &amp; his fiancé getting involved in the argument, calling both of us all manner of names. We moved as quickly as we had enough money and did not speak to my BIL &amp; fiancé til thanksgiving 2018, though my husband began speaking to his mom (and occasionally his dad) maybe 6-8wks after we gtfo. Both brothers moved to the same area of town and we literally had no clue we were living so close til this past weekend.

Note:
Skip to Sunday if you’d like the majority of the action/issue.

The situation:
When they arrived Friday evening (1/25), we were told the BIL wanted to go to a particular plant based restaurant that, to me, seemed unnecessarily bougie, not to mention a good drive from the house (35min, lots of tolls). My MIL brought a bunch of food she’d made us, and while I’m helping her put it away, I tell her there’s a tea house in town I think she might enjoy (she *loves* tea), and that they have more kinds of tea than I’ve ever seen a single store/cafe carry, all of which she can also buy. She excitedly says she’d love to check it out, and I mention maybe we can do it tomorrow or Sunday if I’m feeling a little better. She enthusiastically agrees. The BIL was late arriving to our house, where we were meeting, which is common. We all had pleasant convo while waiting for him, and because I was still sick, plus I had no interest in paying stupid prices for a veggie burger, I sat this one out. BIL’s fiancé didn’t come coz she was tired. Husband comes home late that night and says he hopes I can come tomorrow. I tell him I’ll see, but it’s tough for me to *want* to spend time with people who’ve treated him so poorly, and he asks me to just tough it out. 

Saturday (1/26), I woke up feeling somewhat alive, but still very hacky, sore throat, tired body, but I thought I could at least make it for a couple small things with them, so we took them to our fave local Chinese restaurant, then we went to a couple Goodwills nearby, where we found some items for my husband’s grandma, and other items, too. I needed to go to Walgreens for further meds and a photo pickup, and the in-laws were to follow, as they needed something. My BIL &amp; fiancé did not come on this outing, as he was working and she had a food tasting class (even though this visit has been on the schedule for like 6wks). They randomly disappear on the way to Walgreens and we’re left sitting there texting MIL to figure out wtf is going on and where we’re going. 
Note: I am a person who does *not* do well without plans when there’s a group of people involved. So this sudden divergence from the plan *slightly* stresses me out, plus I’m overdue for my inhaler and having trouble breathing, so I snapped at my husband about their inability to maintain a simple plan and then not pickup the phone when he calls to see what’s up, forcing us to do everything via text (which she needlessly interjects unrelated memes into, thus taking her longer to reply). My husband agrees we should go ahead and go home so I can take meds. I *did* apologize for snapping at him once I got the meds and was less stressed about the state of my breathing. By the time we got home, though, I was honestly exhausted by the small outings and was again stressed about the possibility of being expected to do more that night. 

An hour or so later, we get a text that they’re at a local cafe that has vegan pies. I had *repeatedly* offered (both in person and via text) to cook a large family meal for *all* of us this particular evening, in an effort to not have to go out, but the MIL and BIL never gave me an answer on this, so hearing that they were just randomly out getting pie was surprising. Still, vegan pies!?!? I was excited and it is *very* close, so we went. There was a single vegan thing on the menu, and it wasn’t pie. So we’re sitting in this crazy busy restaurant, 5 of us (because fiancé is tired from her food tasting class and didn’t come), taking up a table so my BIL can eat the veggie burger and my FIL can eat a BLT while the rest of us sip piss poor tea (a sin in Texas). The whole time we’re there, the BIL is talking about what to do that night. He starts suggesting various bars, including a piano bar, all of which vary from 15min away to back downtown again like last night (35min plus tolls). My in-laws don’t drink at all, I drink rarely (but even now can’t due to antibiotics), and same for my husband. But the BIL keeps pushing things that are primarily booze focused. I’m starting to feel like even though he has repeatedly asked us what we all should do that he actually has all the things planned and is just trying to steer the convo to his end goal/destination/plan. I say I’m pretty tired, but maybe if we all round up back at our house, we can ask my roommate where we should go, as he goes out regularly and would surely have the best recommendations. Finally, my BIL concedes we should come back to our house. Unfortunately my roommate had gone out unexpectedly, so we couldn’t ask him where to go, plus, it had started raining a good amount. After showing him to the alcohol hutch and inviting him to partake as he wished, my BIL agreed we could and should stay in and play a game here. I convinced my in-laws to play Cards Against Humanity, which was crazy and insane but actually fun (seriously, these two senior aged conservatives played some *savage* combos!). I made some oven baked from the freezer vegan snacks for everyone a few hours later and we kept playing til about midnight or so, when I was so tired and hacky that I had to excuse myself to sleep. My in-laws were understanding and thanked me for hosting even though I was sick. It really *did* turn out to be a pleasant evening, which was surprising but welcome. My BIL stayed til almost 4a because he’d had *so much* to drink and needed to sober up, but he was able to sort of reconnect with my husband for the first time in a while. Cool.

Sunday (1/27), my husband gets a text inviting us to brunch at a local well known small chain diner. This is the *only* thing we’re told we’re doing, so I choose to go, thinking we’ll come back here after and then regroup for any additional activities OR that my husband will ride with my BIL (whose fiancé is again not there but no reason given this time) if they choose to leave from there. It’s worth mentioning that we share a vehicle, so we *had* to drive there together. During brunch, my BIL says, ‘Let’s go to Mt. Insertaname after this!’ He’s mentioned it a couple times already over the weekend, and even though I’ve lived here nearly a year, I’d never been. The Mount is a well known scenic overlook for several areas of the city and very touristy (not that the in-laws are new to the city, they’ve been here *many* times). I agree to this **one** thing while we’re eating, because I feel a little better (but nowhere near normal, still very hacky, sore throat but not as bad, and my breathing is still fucked), plus there’s a Trader Joe’s on the way home and I wanted to get a couple staples while near, since I don’t get out there much. So we pay and head out front to regroup after everyone uses the restroom, as my BIL mentions he doesn’t know if Mt. Insertaname has restrooms. We’re just about to go to our respective vehicles when my BIL mentions that he’s riding with my in-laws but he’ll just ride back with us later today. No asking, just telling us that’s what he’ll do. I go along with it, because he really *is* shockingly close to us. So we’re off on our *one* outing that I’ve agreed to. 

Now, my BIL is *well aware* of my existing physical issues (total hip replacement, multiple surgeries on both hips, chronic pain that’s so bad I’m medicated

losing it in my husband this weekend