I don't usually do this...

Now, for those of you who know me, the occasional rant is not out of character. However, I tend to keep my writing to non-rant material because really, who wants to read it?
Today, though, I'm knocking down the don't rant wall.
I'm pi$$ed.
Now, I've been married for 8 years. I have known my in-laws for 8 1/2 years. They are not at all like my family. At all. I am not saying that is bad. It is a fact. They are all about teachers rights and democrats and science and work for it or it isn't yours and oh, we have grandkids. They read Ben text books for night time stories, ate sesame sticks in the 70's and had dogs and cats despite their only child's allergies to both. They are academics who weren't sure what to do with a super-intelligent, trouble making, over-active child.
The whole time I've know my in-laws we've had the stereo-typical relationship: cautious, careful, watchful, etc. As time has gone on I have found I do not rely on them at all for anything they say they'll do, as their plans and emotions change quickly and without warning.
Let me set some scenes. Our house, dinner, any old time. MIL (mother in law) playing with kids, Ben watching TV/reading/working outside, FIL sitting on couch playing a pocket crossword game alone, and of course, I'm in the kitchen. (We don't go to their house because our kids have asthma attacks every time because of the dogs and cats.)
Because Ben is an arborist and has a tree care company, we have a LOT of wood that can be split for firewood. I'm in charge of keeping our outdoor boiler going year-round, and since Ben has work 6 days a week and classes in TC 2 nights a week until 10:00, I've decided to split a lot of the wood this year as well.
Big whoop, right?
Well, FIL also takes wood. He comes over, splits and takes wood for his outdoor boiler, He always calls first. He has informed me he feels he's doing us a favor.
He called on Sunday to say he was coming to get wood. Ben had split oak for an hour and so had I. We're talking about 2 face cords of split wood, all hardwood, all the right size for me to move and stack. FIL was told, with me as a witness, NOT to take what we had split.
Ho took it. All. And left behind less than a cord of half rotten beech in its place. When Ben called him out on it, FIL told Ben to stop being so picky and, oh, by the way, you never thanked me for giving you the land you built your house on. Really? Lie. We both thanked both FIL and MIL profusely for the scrub pines, gravel and shack they gave us with which to start our married life.
Needless to say, I was irate. Shaking, sweating, pacing, unable to speak clearly irate.
I called and left a message saying just that. Thank goodness Ben understands. He was a little put off about hi dad calling back and saying we can no longer take lumber there to mill, but he's pretty sure that will blow over in time. I, however, am done. I will be polite, I will be civil. I will not go out of my way to share my life with a man who does not respect his child, his child's wife, or their children. Period.
Thank you all. I feel better.