Oi! Father in law, with whom we _had_ been residing.
I don't mind if you want to rant, we all need to rant every now and again.
I don't mind the swearing, ditto.
What I do mind is you storing everything up and exploding at me, my wife (your daughter) and my child (your grandchild) because you just can't find it in yourself to discuss anything with us.
What did you think we would do? Did you think we would say "Oh, it's ok, we'll stay under this roof where we don't feel welcome and constantly feel like we are walking on eggshells"? Making it all about the food was a pretty shit thing to do, too. Oh well, go back to eating your ready meals which, for reference, smell like shit to me, just like you say the meat I cooked last week did to you. You do know that, if you had bothered to raise a finger to help, I would have been grateful for the help int he kitchen, or even in the menu planning.
I had a lot of respect for you. Had is the key word in that sentence, and it is going to take a whole load of work, on your part, to get that back in place.
I don't actually care that we are sleeping in caravan now, at least we can relax.