At a loss
Not even sure where to begin.
My husband and I got married Nov. 2016, we had lived together for three years prior. Our respective kids are literally the same ages - and the same in how their lives were going. My daughter and his son hit it off. The two girls didn’t really hit it off and his kids have never met my son (Air Force stationed 1500 miles away). Ss and I got along wonderfully. So, he and I planned a concert outing. We purchased tickets for George Strait in New Orleans. His plan was by the time of the concert, he would have a girl friend to take.
It turned out he took his sister.
My husband and I were thrilled. Thinking it would be a bonding experience for the four of us. My son was on leave and home at the time of the road trip, my gut told me to give our tickets to Sd’s husband and son and let them enjoy the road trip (so I could spend more time with my son on leave) - but, I really wanted the bonding experience.
To say the trip was a nightmare is an understatement.
Ss and my agreement was he would pay for half the lodging. I had loaned him money for previous things and told him up front how much the lodging was. He asked how much he needed to pay and I jokingly told him what he felt he owed, as long as it was more than $1.
We get to our Airbnb and ss was upset he got the sofa sleeper and his dad and I got a bedroom and his sister got a bedroom. He actually wanted his dad and I to take the sofa sleeper. Bear in mind he hasn’t paid a dime for the lodging yet.
The two kids thought it would be brilliant to go out after unloading the car, since there were bars a couple blocks away. We get a wake up call around 2am because they LOST their key to get in. And ss said it was not a big deal, he loses keys all the time. I was livid, but didn’t say anything.
Needless to say, we couldn’t get the two up to go exploring. And when we did get them up, they were mad because they slept so long. We walked to the trolley station - and WE bought the tickets for the four of us (not even a whimper of a thank you).
The trolley was PACKED, but ss found a seat and not time did he offer anyone getting on his seat, including his sister. When we got to the French quarter - the two kids had ONE thing on their mind - get drunk. DH and I do not drink. They put my husband down continually on the road and up to this point. The kids didn’t attempt to stay with us, so we decided just to go at our own pace. It poured down rain and we had a blast. We ran into the kids a couple times, but they were still bar hopping. We decided to get an Uber and go back to get dried off. The two kids did the same. We wanted to go to a nice place for dinner - we all got dressed up and ordered an Uber to take the four of us to dinner. Ss got in the front seat of the Uber and we paid for the Uber. Got to the dinner place and while DH left the table for something, the kids were laughing and thinking it was hilarious being so mean