I am married to a man. He is the love of my life. I had only ever dated women before him, but when I met him I realized I was bi, and we fell in love. We got married in the fall of 2018, so it's been almost four years. We now live in Vermont. My whole family is from a small town in Texas, a super conservative Catholic area. I was raised there, but my dad got a job in New York City when I was 15. The culture shock was difficult. We went from living in rural Texas to living in an apartment in Manhattan. My parents didn't sell our house in Texas. They allowed our aunt and uncle, who just had their third child, to move in while charging them a small rent. In college, when I came out as bi, my brother and dad were very supportive. My mom needed some time to accept. The rest of my family reacted poorly at first, but came around. During visits, we stayed with my aunt and uncle at my old house, but because we weren't married, we weren't allowed to share a bed, so we didn't argue. We both would rather make the peace. Visiting since, instead of staying with my aunt and uncle, we would rent a motel room. During COVID, we did not visit them, but this summer, my parents and bro decided to go visit my hometown again for two weeks, and invited my husband and I. I wanted a motel again, but my aunt and uncle insisted my brother, husband, and I stay with them. The first night sleeping situation was being discussed after my cousins went to bed. My aunt and uncle wanted me and bro to take the spare bedroom, husband on couch, and all three of us took issue with that. They snapped that we were not really married because we were gay and that they had children in the house. They said it would be a bad influence on the kids. This hurt my husband's feelings, and he started crying and ran out of the room. When my husband ran out, my uncle had the audacity to start laughing. That's when I saw red. I started cussing him out so loudly that my young cousins came to investigate. I told them that they didn't go apologize to my husband immediately that I was going to tell my dad what just happened, and I was going to make sure to have them kicked out of the house. That was still in my parents name. My bro seconded to everything that I was saying. They started backtracking and saying that we were still welcome in their house, but that we had to follow their rules, and I responded that it wasn't really their house. I told them that they were going to be homeless if I had my way. The kids started crying because they heard me say they were all going to be homeless, so we left. My husband was on the porch crying. I promised him that I would never subject him to that again. I told dad what happened. To say that my dad was angry would be an understatement. He served them a notice of eviction for 60 days. I've been getting calls and texts and Facebook messages from my family calling me an asshole. I want to know, am I the asshole for allowing my young cousins to end up homeless? Is it fair that they have to pay for what my aunt and uncle said to me and my husband?