I thought mine were OK, and I carefully bought a house an hour away from them.. but it's apparently time for me to understand and accept the mixture of Buddhism/Confucianism/Shinto/plain insanity that passes for 'common sense and knowledge' in Japan. I am expected to sell the house and move in with them, and quickly become fluent in Japanese, so I can 'take care of them'. And stop working pronto, as that's 'not my job'.
OK, brick wall, meet brick wall. None of that stuff is going to happen. Honestly, they don't want me trying to take care of them when they get ill. I'd get deathly sick faster than them, anyhow.. their crappy old vinyl-sided house isn't just damp, it's wet. And mouldy. And reeking of mothballs. Their kitchen is an obvious fire hazard.. one whole wall is made of tinfoil. And the bugs, holy cow. They have a serious centipede problem, and those things are: huge, poisonous, and I react rather badly to the bites.
And of course this pressure starts when DH is already a basket case. So, great, the inlaws could see there was a problem. And the problem is me. They took him to a monk last weekend, where he had a nice talking-to about duty to family, and the responsibilities of the first son.
Of course, all this stuff is framed as 'my unwillingness to form a closer relationship'.
I'm starting to frame it as 'you are all nuts, and I will divorce your lame-ass son and take the house if this continues'.