I need a place to hide

Once again I feel marginalized in my own home.  In fact, sometimes lately it doesn't really feel like my home.  Laura (David's sister) has a way of making me feel superfluous, angry, fat, clumsy and lots of other not very nice adjectives.  Yes, I know that when she fist moved in it seemed like things would be fine, and in some ways they were.  But now she expects me to be her 24/7 Help Desk for all things technical - her new phone and her new laptop always seem to need something and of course, this is my responsibility.  Why?  Because she says so.

Her method of behavior is more subtle than an outright attack.  She snipes, she is a master of the back-handed compliment and the put down with a smile on the face.  She is completely and utterly self-centered - she doesn't give a thought to how her actions will effect anyone else at all.  It isn't hard to see why, at 45, she is single.  She makes all kinds of plans, cancels them at a whim, changes them, goes back on her word and blithely continues on without noticing the wreckage she leaves behind.  I have rescheduled appointments to accommodate her, changed plans, cleared my day, etc. in order to fulfill her desires.  Then she suddenly cancels, she "doesn't feel like it anymore", and so on.  I'm left with the remains of my day, she cruises on untouched.

She is, although I am sure she would disagree with me here violently, JUST like her mother.  In the brief but pungent time I have spent with Mama Kilborn I have come under fire from her peculiar brand of social interaction.  It isn't fun.  Laura is pretty much exactly like her, except that she lives in the house with us.  

Increasingly I feel like I want to flee.  I just want to get away, get out, hide somewhere.  Laura (as well as her mother) has no use for my kids except to demand that they cater to her, clean up after themselves (which they of course should) but also her (which they most certainly should not).  She criticizes them non-stop, yells at them, is rude to them and gets in their business which is none of her business. 

And now, the icing on the cake.  I found out - quite by chance - that Mama Kilborn is coming to visit.  2 weeks from tomorrow.  No one told me, no one asked me if that date was convenient.  I happened to be in the room when Laura called up the stairs and told David that "Mom made reservations for the 23rd."  Even he had to ask "which month?" because while he knew this was in the works, even he did not know she was coming so soon.

I have already told the kids to stay with their father those 2 nights.  And now I need to find a place to hide myself.  I REFUSE to stay for this.  I will not spend my weekend trailing around after them, getting insulted, put down and ignored but expected to foot the bill for most everything.  I am getting out for that that weekend, even if I end up just wandering the streets somewhere.  I won't stay there.  I can't even call it "home" because it doesn't feel like it anymore.

Any ideas on good hidey holes?

ETA: She just text messaged me asking me to buy some Drano this weekend because the downstairs bathroom sink is "slow and annoying".  It's clogged because of  her stringy over-dyed black hair.  She's  home all day doing nothing - why can't she go buy the fucking Drano???

Sorry.  I am just royally pissed off.  Now I feel like I don't even want to go home tonight.

I need a place to hide

Once again I feel marginalized in my own home.  In fact, sometimes lately it doesn't really feel like my home.  Laura (David's sister) has a way of making me feel superfluous, angry, fat, clumsy and lots of other not very nice adjectives.  Yes, I know that when she fist moved in it seemed like things would be fine, and in some ways they were.  But now she expects me to be her 24/7 Help Desk for all things technical - her new phone and her new laptop always seem to need something and of course, this is my responsibility.  Why?  Because she says so.

Her method of behavior is more subtle than an outright attack.  She snipes, she is a master of the back-handed compliment and the put down with a smile on the face.  She is completely and utterly self-centered - she doesn't give a thought to how her actions will effect anyone else at all.  It isn't hard to see why, at 45, she is single.  She makes all kinds of plans, cancels them at a whim, changes them, goes back on her word and blithely continues on without noticing the wreckage she leaves behind.  I have rescheduled appointments to accommodate her, changed plans, cleared my day, etc. in order to fulfill her desires.  Then she suddenly cancels, she "doesn't feel like it anymore", and so on.  I'm left with the remains of my day, she cruises on untouched.

She is, although I am sure she would disagree with me here violently, JUST like her mother.  In the brief but pungent time I have spent with Mama Kilborn I have come under fire from her peculiar brand of social interaction.  It isn't fun.  Laura is pretty much exactly like her, except that she lives in the house with us.  

Increasingly I feel like I want to flee.  I just want to get away, get out, hide somewhere.  Laura (as well as her mother) has no use for my kids except to demand that they cater to her, clean up after themselves (which they of course should) but also her (which they most certainly should not).  She criticizes them non-stop, yells at them, is rude to them and gets in their business which is none of her business. 

And now, the icing on the cake.  I found out - quite by chance - that Mama Kilborn is coming to visit.  2 weeks from tomorrow.  No one told me, no one asked me if that date was convenient.  I happened to be in the room when Laura called up the stairs and told David that "Mom made reservations for the 23rd."  Even he had to ask "which month?" because while he knew this was in the works, even he did not know she was coming so soon.

I have already told the kids to stay with their father those 2 nights.  And now I need to find a place to hide myself.  I REFUSE to stay for this.  I will not spend my weekend trailing around after them, getting insulted, put down and ignored but expected to foot the bill for most everything.  I am getting out for that that weekend, even if I end up just wandering the streets somewhere.  I won't stay there.  I can't even call it "home" because it doesn't feel like it anymore.

Any ideas on good hidey holes?

ETA: She just text messaged me asking me to buy some Drano this weekend because the downstairs bathroom sink is "slow and annoying".  It's clogged because of  her stringy over-dyed black hair.  She's  home all day doing nothing - why can't she go buy the fucking Drano???

Sorry.  I am just royally pissed off.  Now I feel like I don't even want to go home tonight.