Amidst the chaos of overflowing plates and unpaid bills, the story unfolds with a raw emotional weight, exposing the tension between love, obligation, and the destructive patterns that threaten to unravel the very fabric of their family bond. The haunting image of endless seconds and stolen leftovers stands as a poignant symbol of imbalance and desperation.

I say this with a lot of hesitation but my SIL, her husband and their child are all severely obese. Both SIL and her husband are over 300lbs and their daughter, 12, is easily pushing 200.
The type of people to buy a smoker and giant chest freezer for $3k+ but fail to pay their mortgage/land tax and ask the family to help them out and when they are called out on it, it’s met with a “making sure my family is fed is my top priority”.
Not saying it shouldn’t be a priority but when you’re feeding 3 people enough food for 10 people a day, it’s absolutely an issue.
Last year we extended the invite to them twice and both times they ate food so quickly that a lot of people didn’t even know there was food available. I vividly remember them putting 3 hamburgers, 4 hotdogs and damn near half a container of pasta salad on their plates and still going up for seconds and thirds.
I wish I were kidding but I’m not. The next time around, I bought more food and they ended up taking all the leftovers without even asking and without anyone’s knowledge until after the fact, when my kids wanted more food and everything was taken (dish and all) and they had been the only ones who left.
So this year I didn’t invite them. I can’t afford to feed them and quite frankly, I don’t want to feed them. I don’t want to have a beach day and have to run out to the store midway through to get my kids something to eat when I know I packed and cooked plenty to last a day.
So I invited everyone but them. The day went great. We weren’t hungry after for once. SIL caught wind, which I expected, and she immediately said “we would have fucking liked a family meal too” so I simply said “I can’t afford to feed you”.
She asked what I meant and as nicely as possible, I explained what I did above. Now I’m being called every name in the book for fat shaming and embarrassing her.
Conclusion
The original poster (OP) experienced significant financial and logistical stress due to their in-laws’ excessive food consumption at family gatherings, leading them to exclude the in-laws from this year’s event. The core conflict arises from the OP prioritizing their own family’s budget and needs against the in-laws’ expectation of being fully supported, particularly when coupled with the in-laws’ own reported financial mismanagement.
Was the OP justified in excluding their in-laws to protect their budget and ensure adequate food for their immediate family, or did this action cross a line into unnecessary social shaming and alienating family members? The debate centers on balancing personal financial boundaries against the perceived obligation of familial support.
Here’s how people reacted:
A long time ago we went to a friend’s birthday party. One of his friends brought his alcoholic father. We had brought 24 beers for the two of us and some to share. That alcoholic asshole drank 19 beers in 45 minutes and was going for another.
I slammed the lid of the cooler down and cut him off. His son was upset and said thought there would be enough beers for everyone (they did not bring any). I told him he needed to buy more but, his dad was cut off, he was cut off and our mutual friend was cut off. We also brought sausages and chips, enough for everyone.
He never bought more beer and the planned 8 hour bbq only lasted 2 hours, since there was nothing for them to drink.
People need to bring enough for themselves always. If they eat a lot, they should bring extra food. If they drink a lot, bring extra drinks.
Being polite is not magic. It just takes a little more effort than being an AH.
When i was in college, my friends shamed me for eating all the food at a party. That was when i started a journey to recover from all the dieting and binging. I’ve lost a hundred pounds over the years, and though my health has suffered from all of that abuse, I’m much better than the rest of my family.
While what you did was brutal, it was also a wake-up call. Not for them. They don’t want to see it and aren’t ready to face it. This is for the family to be reminded that they don’t have to enable it, and they sure as hell don’t have to go without because they aren’t willing to share.
NTA
Being together solely to eat is a type of party too, but then you pull your own weight (no pun intended) by either paying your part or bringing it.
NTA. Tell her they are welcome to bring their own food next time (and that you want your plates back)
The family joke was to try to be ahead of them in line.
I don’t even think this is about their weight, this is about their appetite, they could be stick thin and still eat too much.
The simple truth is they don’t seem to have manners, and its okay not invite someone that will eat you out of house and home.
If they weren’t so greedy and wasn’t actually taking food out of people’s mouth that would be a different story.
The fact that they don’t even care and then go up for seconds and thirds.
NTA at all.
Even my obese aunt knows not to eat more than the appropriate allocation of food at a gathering because she has a shred of self-awareness.