Your post reminded me of a family holiday many years ago when my sister was going through a low patch. (She has had many in her life.) At this time, she used me and my husband as a shoulder to cry on – she was on the phone every other night looking for support with one thing or another. My husband invited her and her two children (2 and 3) to come on holiday with us to the holiday house we had booked for us and our four children (10 – 15) . (Opinions differ on whether he asked me about this beforehand or not!)
We ended up looking after her kids from 6am when they woke, while she stayed in bed until lunchtime. We’d take them out with us to things that were appropriate for their age, while she had some more! time to relax. I and our kids did all the meal planning/shopping/cooking/washing up. It was the time of the very long Harry Potter books, and once her kids were in bed, our kids and I would all gather in one of their bedrooms for the next chapter or two, (yes, even 15 year olds enjoy being read to!) while my husband and my sister enjoyed a glass of wine or two downstairs.
Thing is, my husband was always very committed to his work, and spent long hours at the office, working again when he came home, so our children used to look forward to our holidays away as a chance to actually see him, not stressed, and have fun with him. Our kids were great with their little cousins, but they really resented that their father was not available to them. When they told me, I listened, but emphasised the value of helping family members when they needed it, and said that we appreciated their understanding of the situation.
But it caused a great deal of tension between my husband and me, at the time and afterwards. From his point of view, he was doing ‘A Good Thing’ in helping my sister through a difficult time. He said it’s not unusual for related families to go on holiday together and for cousins to enjoy being with each other, and that I was simply childishly jealous of the attention my sister was receiving. However, from my point of view, our holidays were precious times for our own family, and the age difference between our kids and my sister’s was too great for us all to do much together. When I said that our own children wanted and needed his attention, he told me that I had influenced their thinking in a negative way.
Years later, when we went to Relate, this episode came up as an unresolved issue, and remained so. My husband was unshakeable in his view that he did the right thing, and that my reaction was motivated by jealousy and unreasonable expectations. In his view, the holiday could have been a joyous event where bonds were reinforced, but that my mean-spirited lack of generosity spoiled it.
Fast forward to today, when we’re all in our sixties. My sister and her kids have mental health issues. She is permanently ‘unwell’ with one complaint or another, some real, some imagined. She is still married but her husband has more or less given up on her. If you're feeling sorry for her by now, know that she has told her version of this time to another sibling: it seems my husband was relying on her for support. Who knew? Luckily, my sibling remembers and knows how it really was. My sister is also apparently very sad that now, I want to have as little as possible to do with her.