People Are Telling Angry Stories of Who Ruined Christmas Morning

Basically. A bomb cyclone dumped about 4+ feet of snow in my area, stranded people in cars on the road, some trapped inside for hours because the visibility was so low when they were traveling & then travel bans were put into effect, people have died because Ems or emergency personnel can’t reach them in time because of the conditions — I think the count in the Buffalo area is about 23 right now ranging from 22 years old to 93. Homes lost power, losing heat. People are stuck in their homes & cars, heatless.

I got stranded two hours from home where my fiancé & my pets are. I came down to an area two hours away to work very, very early Friday morning around 4 am, but because I’m not home, I wasn’t able to check on my snake & apparently she got out sometime this weekend while I was gone & my fiancé didn’t check on her all weekend, it’s now Monday morning & I know my snake is dead outside of her enclosure & I can’t leave to try to find her because if I do I might risk my life or other peoples, & I might get a ticket for leaving during the ban. It honestly flipped so fast.

The kicker? We ran out of propane yesterday & it’s on automatic fill up, so they are supposed to get a notification around 20% empty so they can fill it before it runs out. I have 2 dogs, 4 cats, 2 rats, one of which is dying of old age, & my snake. There’s no heat in my house & it’s currently 17 degrees there.

So it’s not even like there’s slight hope she’s alive in that house outside of her enclosure. She’s most likely dead & I feel helpless that I can’t even look for her. My fiancé gave up so quick when I can think of so many places she may be & if we found her in time maybe she would be ok....

Username: [deleted]

She didn't exactly ruin Christmas, but my older sister definitely made getting into the Christmas spirit very hard. A few weeks ago, my sweet 11 year old husky was brutally attacked in my yard by five abandoned dogs.

These dogs have been a menace to us for four years, and because of them, we had to put my old girl down because it would have put her through too much pain to amputate her leg and have her relearn how to walk when her other legs were also damaged.

The day after, my sister sent her kids to my house. I hadn't slept well and was extremely depressed, and i just didn't have the mental or emotional capacity to deal with her misbehaving kids. I had a full emotional breakdown, and my sister told me that MY dog dying had nothing to do with me, and that I was being selfish and needed to think about other people for a change. This caused a huge fight between my great grandma and I, (I live with her,) and I ended up getting so stressed out that my body reacted horribly.

At around six in the morning, I was getting ready to go to bed when all of a sudden I was in the bathroom vomiting, and I couldn't stop. I hadn't felt sick at all up until that point, it just hit me out of nowhere, and I was in so much pain that I was in tears. This doesn't happen often.

I had to call my mother and make her come pick me up to take me to urgent care, but I couldn't keep the nausea meds down. I was becoming severely dehydrated and was in severe pain, so my great grandma ended up taking me to the ER.

We proceeded to wait in the waiting room for six hours as I was vomiting, shivering, in severe pain, and was so dehydrated I couldn't stay conscious, but the receptionist didn't see me as a priority. Instead, other people walking in looking just fine, smiling and laughing, were being seen before the people who had been there for hours.

Turns out I was a priority, as I badly needed IV meds and fluids. My doctor the the nurses were much better, and they were incredibly gentle and attentive. At that point, I was so exhausted that I basically slept in between calling my job to let them know I'd have to take the week off, updating my mom on my condition, and then calling my best friend to rant about how my sister literally stressed me out to the point I was hospitalized.

Then my sister had the audacity to turn up to Christmas and act like nothing happened, and tried to act like we're best friends. I pretty much ignored her when she tried to tell me how terrible her life is, and instead chose to just spend time with our mom, my dad (my sister's step-dad), and our aunts and uncles.

Christmas turned out to be pretty okay, i got to see my great-uncle who almost never shows up for holidays, and I even got to see my dog's brother, who I'd rehomed to one of my uncles since he brought the dog to Christmas, so that was a happy little surprise.

My sister had also tried to start drama between this uncle and I, because she name dropped me in an argument that had nothing to do with me. Unfortunately for her, my uncle and I are adults and now how to communicate like adults, so he just called me up and we had a pleasant conversation about it.

He apologized and owned up for some things he did in the past, so I have no issues with him now. I was excited to see he brought his dog, as I'd missed the dog. My sister really tried to ruin Christmas for everybody, but she failed miserably, so she decided to act like nothing ever happened.

I've been no-contact with her for a year, so this was the first time I've seen her in person in a very long time. Tbh, she looks like shit from all the drugs she's pumping into her body. She looks like a literal walking corpse, and I have no sympathy for her because she did it to herself, and won't own up to anything.

Username: Midnight_Serenity

We were due to fly to Cancun a few days ago but when we got to the airport they wouldn't let us board because my husband's passport had a small rip in it. Disappointing obviously but as we live in Costa Rica, not the end of the world - we booked into a resort for a few days on the Pacific coast.

The hotel we are staying at has massively failed at celebrating Christmas - no Christmas Dinner, barely even any Christmas decorations. So I found a very expensive Italian restaurant nearby that was advertising Christmas Dinner and booked into the only slot they had available - 5.30pm.

Keep in mind because we live in Costa Rica and I've had a baby 18 months ago its been a long time since I even wore makeup, never mind wore an OUTFIT, so I've been getting ready since 3pm this afternoon. I looked FIRE!

We get to the restaurant to find we are the only people there. That's fine because we've got a toddler and she's already not in a good mood. But they're obviously expecting hoards of people because the tables are so close together that the overall feeling is one of relative claustrophobia. My daughter has already started playing up before our drinks even come so I take her outside to look at the boats.

When I come back in there are quite a few full tables and of course I feel responsible to keep my daughter quiet and under control with a colorung book and pens. She's having none of it, chewing the pens, throwing them on the floor, screeching. We're getting dirty looks from other diners so my husband takes her outside until the food comes.

When they come back she becomes quite quiet while fisting spaghetti in tomato sauce into her mouth and all over her white dress (stupid me!). Until the stench of shit starts to permeate through the air, even to the other diners and I realise she's done an enormous stinky poo.

She immediately starts screaming and I have to pick her up covered in tomato sauce that is now all over my white dress (it was such a cute mummy/daughter outfit, what on earth was I thinking!) and ask the waiter if there is somewhere to change a baby. And he says no. At this point I lose my cool and tell him to get the bill as we need to leave immediately.

Then the waiter realises he is wrong and there is a baby changing station but its outside. So I take my kid who is screaming blue murder, covered in tomato sauce and rubbing it all over my nice white dress into a ladies bathroom that is outside and hotter than Hades to change what turns out to be an apocalyptic diaper, all the while kicking and biting, with me doing my best not to get shit on both our white dresses and wiping sweat out of my eyes so I can see.

Then I realise I've got no baggies so I have to leave a shitfilled diaper in the wastepaper basket of the restroom of a very upmarket restaurant. And they all know it was me! I get back to the table to find my husband has summoned the manager and is complaining about the food and wants it all taken off the bill.

At this point I just want to go home so I pack up our stuff and take my lovely daughter outside with me to wait for the bill. They take my husband's meal off the bill as he refused to eat it, and give me a final bill of $110! That's for my meal, a portion of kid's pasta, 2 glasses of wine and 2 beers! Plus I spent more time drying my hair than eating my Christmas dinner!

So now I'm in bed (because we're sharing a room with said daughter) drinking wine and looking particularly fine. But it's dark so no one can see. Merry Christmas!

Username: Hobbsy1978

I went to the cemetery to visit my dad who very suddenly and unexpectedly passed away 6 months ago. Okay, so, I went to the cemetery, and I was. So I am sitting there crying. Then I see this guy coming toward me. Odd clothing choices given the weather, abs just in general, but I didn’t feel threatened or uncomfortable despite being by myself when it was almost dusk.

So he asks if he can sit down and talk because he can tell I’m upset, so I said that was fine. At the time it felt nice that someone cared enough to sit down and talk. - He asked me who I’m there for, and I tell him my dad. Then he tells me that his dad died from suicide in 2011. Very normal but sad conversation so far.

After exchanging some details, while I am still very much balling in pain, he tells me he could hear my dad “speaking” to him. Then he started to ask me a variety of questions like “was your dad tall” and so on. Every single thing he was “feeling” about my dad was wrong except for a couple more general / applies to anyone questions.

Then he mentions that he has his dad and grandmother’s ashes on an alter at home. ....... So why is he at the cemetery?? He told me he goes every weekend- and did not mention any other death. He made it seem from the beginning like he was there to visit his dad.

Weird , but still not too bad. So, then he tells me he recently went through a bad divorce and he doesn’t have custody of his child because........ his former wife told the judge that he wanted to “cut out and ear” their toddler’s heart.

At this point I am obviously seeing a lot of red flags and super uncomfortable. He goes on to talk more about his dad’s suicide and told me that everyone blamed him for his dad’s death because they claimed that he wanted his dad gone so he could have sex with his mom.

Wtf? Wtf? Wtf? I didn’t want to act weirded out or scared (at the beginning, when he asked if he could sit down, he said he had to make sure “because a lot of women would scream rape”)

So I had to go along with it and then find a break in the conversation to naturally stand up and indicate I had to go. At the end; as I was heading to my car, he told me he would see me there “next time” ...Merry Christmas everyone.

Username: BoredMillennialMommy

My downstairs neighbors almost ruined my Christmas, so I ruined theirs. I live in an apartment building. My downstairs neighbors often fight and it’s an old building, the walls are paper thin, so I unfortunately know WAY more about their relationship than I would like to.

The fighting is usually something like: “Why won’t you marry me?!” “Bc you cheated on me with my friend!” “You’re an alcoholic!” “You’re the reason I drink!” Etc, etc. the fighting always gets worse towards the holidays, but this year it went too far.

Clear as day I could hear “the engagement is off” and “you chose your mother over marrying me” and when he said “I’m not tolerating this” (bc she was full on SCREAMING) that’s when she was really set off. My entire kitchen started shaking with all these extremely loud bangs. I hear him yell something along the lines of “you’re destroying the wall! Are you really this crazy?”

I hear muffled shit going on and him yelling how he’s just trying to restrain her, then I heard him yell “ow my fucking tooth” and the kids yelling “mom stop” so I unfortunately had to call the police. Sadly it’s not the first time I’ve had to call the cops on them for fighting, usually it’s bc they’re fighting at 3am and it’s just a noise disturbance but this time I actually thought she might kill him or herself or one of the kids. I was also worried bc when he was concerned for the property damage she was doing, she kept yelling “I don’t care! I’ll burn this whole thing down!” Which was... concerning lol.

Funny enough, I heard him yell “you might as well get out of here before the cops show up bc I’m sure someone’s called by now!” just as said cops pulled into our parking lot. The police couldn’t do much but it kept them quiet for the rest of the day, he kicked her out for a few hours and then she came back and they kept arguing but it was much quieter.

As entertaining as their fights are, (I have videos if anyone needs a laugh) they truly affect me. When I wake up at 7am to her screaming at the kids and the boyfriend, I’m instantly sent into fight or flight mode. It’s triggering bc of the way I grew up. I refuse to live like this and I’ve complained to the complex many times but they never do anything.

At this point I’d settle for her being sedated if I can’t have her kicked out. I hope the guy she’s dating comes to his senses at some point and kicks her out (it his apartment, his name is on the lease, and the kids aren’t his! they’re from a previous guy who is active in their lives and often picks them up,) so my neighbor doesn’t really owe this woman anything yet let’s her get away with the psychotic, abusive behavior that is constant.

So I guess they ruined their own Christmas but I had a part to play in it by calling the police and I’m not sorry and I will do it again if they can’t be courteous of the other neighbors around them considering they’re the ONLY neighbors I ever hear.

Username: ZombieMalibuStacey

Everyone in my family is financially well off. Grandparents have tons of money from my grandmother's business. Aunt makes over $90k/year and my uncle owns his own graphics design business. My oldest cousin lives with his brother and girlfriend. All 3 of them work so it's a 3 income household. My 2nd oldest cousin still lives with his parents rent free and works for the city making 60k a year.

Meanwhile I'm struggeling financially at the moment. My wife lost her job. My job no longer allows any overtime. We are unable to pay rent this coming month, have gone through all of our little bit of savings, and our rent to own contract on the house is null and void if we break the contract. Basically we lose out on the $21k we invested in the home over the past 15 months. That money, at the end of 2 years was going to be deducted from the appraisal value of the home.

Now that I have the details laid out, here is the story about this Christmas. A few months back, my family pulled names during Thanksgiving like they usually do. I pulled my grandpa's name and my wife pulled my uncle's name. Everyone is a secret Santa so nobody knows who got who.

My grandfather is like me. Only wants clothes and tools with the occasional pair of shoes when his get worn out. He also loves the smelly-good stuff from Bath and Body. I was able to find him a pair of nice Nike shoes for $15. Got him some Bourbon scented bodywash and lotion from Bath and Body. Also found a nice cheap jacket he needed for work. I spent a couple of bucks on some iron-on letters and put Best Grandpa in small print across the collar in the back. I picked up a tin of popcorn as well. Spent maybe a total of $45.

Now here comes the best part. My wife purchased a couple of canvas photos of my uncle and his wife and 2 kids for $25. She also bought him a pair of $20 Pumas since he asked for running shoes. Since my uncle likes to box and workout, she got him a pair of wireless headphones, workout clothes, a water bottle that clips to your gym bag, and an arm band to hold your phone while you workout all from Five-Below. She spent maybe $70 total. We went slightly over our $100 budget but we were happy with how much we got.

Ready for the big bang? Last night my family opened up presents at midnight. Everyone was happy and excited for everything they were getting. I saw my grandpa's face light up with every gift he unwrapped from me. He was so excited for his popcorn tin that he started playfully and sternly telling everyone to "get a hand full". This happiness was short lived however.

In the corner near the kitchen I heard my uncle say "why would I want pictures? I have plenty at home of my family". This was quickly followed with another sound of disgust as he unwrapped his present revealing a Puma logo. "Alright guys, who got me?" He asked in a slightly pissed off and playful manner. "You know I only wear Jordan's and Adidas guys."

Icing on the cake was when he opened up the box with the rest of the workout stuff my wife bought him. He proceeded to shout "Who fucking pulled my name? Next year don't keep it! Trade it to someone like grandma (his mother) or someone with money to buy a good gift! This shit is cheap garbage!"

Fast forward to this morning and I am still trying to comfort my wife who went to sleep crying. I'm just here trying to keep myself from crying out of pure rage and disappointment in my shit stain of an ungrateful uncle. My wife put a ton of effort into his gifts only to have it thrown at her face with insults and rude comments. Merry fucking Christmas everyone.

Username: Melbhu

I work in retail in the deli. Prior to Christmas Eve, we were receiving an abundance of orders for platters, chicken, and everything in between. It was getting overwhelming, so I told my department manager that we needed to cut off orders because of how many we had at the moment.

We probably had over 50 individual orders, and each one was asking for over four different things. She refused to acknowledge the situation. On Christmas Eve, there were over 90 orders, and it takes one person roughly 15-25 minutes for each one.

The two days prior, I had over 35 orders to complete and call-outs left and right. I was literally stuck working platters from my clock-in to clock-out, working a rough 13 hours each day. I had no help and barely got orders done on time.

On the 24th, I walked in at 3 a.m. to start working on all orders. By 11 a.m., I had done over 40 orders and had to take a break. I got someone to take over, but by the time I came back, I had 10 customers waiting for orders, and I had to rush to get things done.

I had a few customers tell me "F you and F your family. You’ve ruined my day," all while I was having a mental breakdown because my manager refused to help me. The store managers refused to help. I had one person trying to help me, who was freshly new and messing orders up that I had to redo.

I also had customers throw orders at me. I was literally sobbing since I missed time with my family because I was supposed to be off at 2, and I was there till 6:45 doing the best I could to finish orders. I got told that I was a piece of shit and deserved to spend my Christmas alone.

I handed orders out crying. I had 10 people looking for orders, and I had to stop and work and finish others so there wasn’t so much anger. I had to fix and redo many orders that were given out to incorrect people throughout the day as well.

I then got told by higher management that I did it to myself and that it falls on me for how pathetic Christmas Eve ran. I went home that day, sat in my car, and contemplated if I should even come back to the job. I’ve had bad days in retail, but this one made work feel so underappreciated and undervalued.

I woke up on Christmas Day on the couch from passing out. My back was swollen from being hunched over all day. I barely enjoyed my day on Christmas with my family because of everything from the last few days. I asked for help and got denied.

I was short-staffed, and customers weren’t being kind or understanding; they were bullying, rude, and entitled. Aside from all that, I got home, and my apartment was flooding because the upstairs unit's pipes busted from turning off the heat in -1 weather. It was a lovely Christmas this year. As of right now, my apartment is wet, and half of my things are damaged or ruined.

Username: LordFward

My ex showed up like some messed-up drunk Santa Claus bringing junk for gifts at 5 in the morning. He has barely made an effort to see our kids (14, 12, 3) in the entire 7 months we've been living apart, so I was actually pretty surprised when he showed up this morning before dawn. What didn't surprise me too much was the fact that he was drunk off his ass, ungroomed, and smelled like he hadn't bathed in a week.

Not wanting my kids to see their dad like that when they haven't seen him in nearly 2 months, I gently sat him down. I explained to him that he's a wreck and needs to get some sleep and come back over when he's had some rest. Surprisingly, he agreed with little resistance, I helped him order an Uber, and I took the gifts inside.

The kids ended up being confused and unhappy with the gifts since they were odd, not age-appropriate, or even relative to their interests. He gave my oldest a cheap toolset and some surround speakers that obviously came from another bigger system.

Our middle child got a video game for PS4, which we don't and have never owned, and some stuffed animals. The 3-year-old got slime and kinetic sand, neither of which he can play with because he's autistic and doesn't understand he can't put everything in his mouth.

It felt like my ex went around someone's house, grabbed random stuff, and wrapped it up. It's 1 AM the day after Christmas, and he never showed back up or responded to any of the polite messages I sent, though he did read them. It was a really somber and depressing Christmas for them and for me too.

It's been a tough and painful year for all of us because we've learned that the man we thought he was doesn't really exist. I wish now that I'd never even told the kids he came. Maybe it's better they see for themselves the lack of effort he's willing to put forth on the one holiday of the year he knew they'd expect him to be around.

Username: mamasamsquanch

Spending the holidays with my(28m) girlfriend's(26f) family. Spent the holidays here last year as well. Her aunt has a bit of a problem when it comes to the sailors potions. The liquid courage. The firewater. ALCOHOL.

Well, the day we arrive she comes to greet us, along with gf's mom and sister. We've just parked in the driveway and her aunt smells like she probably started sipping on the sauce at 8am. But hey, we love her right? So it's all good. Christmas Eve rolls around and yet again, Aunty H started drinking in the early AM by spiking her morning coffee.

Great. We watch television together, like normal. We eat some snacks and have a good time all around. Dinner time rolls around and aunty H is on her 7th glass of wine. AND, for our meal, which is customary here, we have akevitt. Which is a fairly strong damn liquor, produced here in Scandinavia since the 15th century. This distilled spirit is usually 80 proof. Or 40%.

Well. Needless to say. Aunty H is feeling good. We finish with our meal and start opening presents. Somewhere during this time, Aunty H wants to walk the dog. So she does... Some time passes and out of what seems to me as "the blue" she's standing in the hallway crying and screaming for my gf's little sister to drive her to the ER. My gf who is a skilled nurse says "no no, my sister has had too much to drink" and so off we go. Me and my gf.

Spent Christmas Eve in and out of waiting rooms and x-ray labs trying to find out what happened to aunty H's collarbone. About 5 hours later we discover it's just a minor tear and dislocation. The most ungrateful and selfish woman I've met in a very very long time. So dramatic and manipulative. No concern for anyone but herself. She screamed at me and my gf for not being good enough help.

Username: Stronkestman

During the summer, I met this girl. We hooked up a few times. We met just after both of us came out of relationships, so we were both in the "no relationship, just have fun for a while" stage, both 20 years old.

The relationship I got out of was toxic as fuck. I got used and manipulated by the girl I loved. I could go into detail if anyone asks, but I was so emotionally scarred and mentally drained that I couldn’t see myself letting somebody in for a long while.

I was still healing, and I noticed this new girl I was hooking up with was catching feelings. She was making hints she wanted a serious relationship with me since we had really good chemistry. I won't lie, I connected with this girl a lot more than my ex.

Our times together were amazing, and it got really romantic. She told me she had strong feelings for me and wanted a relationship. But I was so traumatized by how badly I got treated by someone I loved so deeply, I was scared to start something serious with this girl.

I told her I wasn’t ready yet and explained why, and she understood. But last month, I started to accept that I have to move on and take my chances. I disliked being single and having flings because flings aren’t satisfying, and it's nice to be emotionally connected to someone.

I was ready to be emotionally available again and start something serious with this girl since I kept missing her whenever she wasn’t around. But then I found out she started talking to someone new, and they are getting serious pretty fast.

I was hurt but tried to see if I could rekindle things with her because I realized how happy I was with her. I liked her and loved her more than my ex. Blinded by pain and fear, I didn't see that this girl was exactly what I had been looking for.

She is pinpoint my type looks and personality-wise. I’ve come across many girls in my life, but none of them made me feel how this girl did. Obviously distraught, I tried to rekindle it with her, but she told me she was already feeling this guy and did not want to restart.

Yesterday, 23rd Dec, they became official. Hearing the news hit a lot deeper than I expected. All the emotions I had locked away and was trying to ignore exploded out, and I couldn’t help myself.

I texted her multiple times asking for another chance and told her how much I loved her and what she meant to me. She said she is in love with this guy and we should just be friends and stopped replying to my messages. I know this is probably the last I’ll hear of her since the past two weeks she barely replies to me.

I’ve sat here on my own for the past 12 hours, being mad at myself and crying. I don’t blame her. I took too long to heal, and she is a very attractive girl, so of course, someone was going to immediately swipe her away. I can’t blame my ex either.

It's my fault. I got a blessing right in front of me but didn’t have the courage to pursue it. I really hate it here. I can’t think of worse relationship luck.

Username: [deleted]

Big brother has told the entire family that we're basically harmful dangerous people who are bad for him and his family, and accepting and loving sins of the flesh because we smile and nod when my little sisters husband says woke shit at gatherings. Bear in mind big brother has Bipolar 1 and is on a religion/conspiracy kick currently.

BIL is trans (AFAB), and very zealous in his progressive views. He has the bad habit of "advocating" for little sister instead of letting her speak for herself, and is the sort who insists one turn off the show they're watching if it triggers him.

These traits have clashed with and annoyed people in the family, myself included, but most of us smile and nod, then move on, because sister is happy with him and we're happy for her. She's also improved emotionally since being with him, so we tolerate the virtue signaling for her sake and accept that BIL "is just like that".

Well there were conversations about the family Christmas gathering where BIL kept referring to sister by "they/them" pronouns and a name she prefers to use. For the record, she doesn't care what pronouns are used but has never openly expressed that to the family, and over zealous BIL ain't gonna do that for whatever reason...but it pissed big brother off who proceeded to deadname BIL, then announce he and his family will NOT be attending the family party because "we've embraced the sins of the flesh and ignore God's will and we're as dangerous to them as his fraternal side of the family, who're a bunch of intravenous drug users".

Brother has a history of freaking out around the holidays, and this isn't even the worst he's ever done, but he has essentially written off people who do love and care for him, all because we also choose to accept a moderately annoying individual who makes our sister happy.

In the meanwhile, we're gonna hang out with our horribly sinful flesh loving family on the 26th and pretend it didn't happen while awkwardly offering each other cheeseballs and bowls of soup.

If/when he pulls his head out of his ass, there will be a heartfelt "get therapy beyond pastoral talk therapy, my dude" discussion because it's been 40 years..he needs to do some honest work on himself to stop the cycle of "Freak out, upset/traumatize family, apologize, receive reassurance from family I'm still loved, rinse repeat."

Username: Miscellaniac

My condolences to all those who have lost loved ones or have had terrible occurrences happen to them. I wish you the best.

Now onto my shitty Christmas eve. I've been planning this day for months on end now. Tonight was going to be the day I proposed to my girlfriend. Everything seemed perfect at the start of the day. Our plans were uninterrupted, everything seemed like the perfect day leading up to the perfect proposal. Yes I'm one of those people who think their proposal must be perfect, as I only get one with her.

So onto the in-laws house. We go every year, and normally ever year we sit there, bored out of our mind, conversing with her family about what little progress we have made since last Christmas. You know, the normal. Well this year her family decided to mix alcohol on with our normal boring festivities. Yeah, it made karaoke a little more fun, and yeah we were all joking around with each other.

Suddenly, about 5 hours in and multiple bottles of liquor downed shit starts getting playfully aggressive. Jokingly throwing insults around, but nothing too bad. That is, until they started fucking with me and my girlfriend. I can take a ton of shit towards me, but the second you start insulting anyone I love I go full defensive. I held back for a few minutes, until they started attacking her kids. At this point it wasn't even playful anymore. "Well at least my son will be able to see his feet when he's a teenager" and "anytime.your daughter speaks to me my ears bleed". At this point I lost it, having dealt with insecurities of being overweight and bullied as a child I let lose on them. After about 20 minutes of me blowing up on them and bringing up every shitty moment in their parenting lives I've heard about I got kicked out.

My girlfriend agrees with me to a certain extent, but refuses to talk to me for now. So here I am, on my couch with the ring next to me realizing that I could of handled the situation better, but equally fucking pissed at her family. Yes, I know there's always tomorrow or just another day period, but to have all my planning to just blow up in my face entirely like this has kicked me right out of the Christmas spirit.

So there it is, that's why my Christmas eve sucks. Definitely no where near as bad as what others have went through. I need better control of my emotions, and I think we need some more distance from her in-laws.

Username: PipMcGooley

Tough to answer, but if I was to pull an "at gunpoint" answer it'd be yes I'm afraid. There are a multitude of things currently working against me. First, a rather nasty cocktail of Seasonal Depressive Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, and Insomnia.

Second, December 23'rd is my birthday. Traditionally, this sucks. The shorthand reads out, that over the majority of my life people would treat giving gifts to me like it was a chore, and made me feel (*in their words*) that I should feel lucky to have received anything at all.

They'd say, "We got you *a* present, and it counts as both your birthday and christmass gifts." As a result, and near 40 years of enduring this it tends to suck the fun out of the 3 day long event.

Third, I'm writing this not 20 minutes after waking up. I woke up with a *massive* series of Charlie Horses. My right and left calves, my right foot, and my right arm all seized up so painfully that I had tears streaming down my face. I writhed in agony, using every trick I've ever learned to get it to stop.

Once it did, I all but had to be helped into my wheelchair (*That I'm in most the day anyway*). Not but a few moments after that, my **Telegram** messenger dings. It's my best friend, telling me that her wife is en route to drop off the presents for my roommate and my roommate's boyfriend. "Cool." I said.

About 1 minute after that, my roommate pings my messenger to tell me my cat threw up in the hallway again. I informed my roommate that I just had a seizure, and I was in no condition to do anything about it. She kinda sighed with that "Because of *course* you did" type of sigh. She was in the living room, which was less than 20 feet from where I was sitting so i heard the whole thing.

My phone starts ringing. I answer it, and it's my Best Friend's wife saying she was downstairs with the presents. I tell my roommate that BF's Wife is downstairs with the gifts. People of reddit, you want to know who got voluntold to do the schlepping? The guy in a wheelchair who just had a seizure. I'm not even 1 hour into my day, and I know my day is *royally* fucked.

Username: Damionstjames

My husband and I were set to buy a house. Our first house. A lot of the down payment was going to come from my trust fund, which was explained to me through the years as existing specifically for the purchase of my first home.

We found our dream home. We got approved for a $380k loan. We put in an offer on this dream home: 5 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, a swimming pool, gorgeous granite kitchen, tray ceilings, garden tubs, panels on the walls. Omg it was beautiful.

We communicated with my dad throughout the process (since my trust fund comes from him). Between what he was giving us and what we had saved, our monthly payment was going to be maybe $100 more than what we pay in rent right now on a one bedroom apartment.

We were going to be fine. At no point through looking for a house, applying for a loan, or even finding this house did my father tell us he was having cold feet. He knew that we didn't want a starter home, we wanted a *home* that we could fill with kids and grow old in. He was on board with that.

So we put the offer in. There were seven other offers, but ours was the one they accepted at $315k. The following day, we needed to start transferring funds. My dad knew that weeks ahead. That day, he announced he's not "supporting this venture," that we *need* to either stay renting or get a starter home. That he's cutting my trust in half so I can only put half of it as a down payment and I'll get the rest in $500 increments once a month after I buy a home.

Now, this is still a great deal. I'm not so spoiled that I don't recognize this is more than most people ever get offered, and I am thankful. My issue is the way he went about this. He waited until the last possible second to pull out, so we couldn't afford the house anymore.

And now he's forcing us to drastically lower our budget (I know, boohoo, right?) when we'd already put in our notice to our landlord, so if we can't find anything in the next month - we'll be homeless. On top of this, we've been trying to be responsible with regards to having kids.

We want to be in a house when we have them. We want to be able to provide a stable home. It's why we've lived in this shithole apartment for the last year and a half, just saving every penny. But because we knew that we were going to be in A home, even if it wasn't the dream home, by the end of January, we'd already started trying (I miscarried in April).

I know I should just focus on my blessings. I obviously have many. But our hopes were all the way up and then they came crashing down...last night. And now I'm in a panic trying to find us somewhere to live in the new year and I'm terrified that I might already be pregnant again.

I just wish he'd given us more notice. It's his money, and he doesn't owe me a thing. It's the timing that's getting to me. I don't think he understands how thoroughly his timing has fucked us over.

Username: [deleted]

I’m a first responder. I work long hours. On Christmas Eve all I wanted to do was come home to my family and be grateful I got past two Quarantined situations this month where I worked directly with covid infected and be with my family for Christmas.

Since everything was closing due to Christmas Eve I was so happy to see Dunkin Donuts was still open. They had a sign posted they were open until 6pm. I looked and saw cars lined up and it was 5:52pm when I arrived. I was next to order and all I wanted was to bring home four small hot chocolates for my kids. It was going to be a surprise since they didn’t expect me home.

Well I rolled up to order and I could hear over the live mic they were deciding to ignore me in the hopes I’d go away. I continued to wait and at 5:54pm, realizing I was still waiting the employee comes back and simply says “We’re closed” I say “Your sign says you’re open until 6PM. It’s 5:54pm. I’ve been waiting since 5:52pm. All I want is four hot chocolates.”

He says “Sorry we are closed” and proceeds to ignore me.” As I drive around to the window I have to wait for the the customer in front of me as there’s no way to go around. I watch the employees all standing around on their phones chatting doing nothing. One employee passes off the customers drinks and then he leaves. As I roll up to the window it’s now 5:55pm.

They look at me expecting me to get hostile, but I simply state “All I want are some hot chocolates for my kids...you aren’t supposed to close until 6pm.”

He then proceeds to tell me “Drive safely!” And dismisses me. I then point out that he’s being real grimy. It wouldn’t have cost him much to serve me four small hot chocolates, especially since when I first arrived I could see they had shut down the store much earlier because all of their equipment was already set aside and visible from the windows. So it wasn’t like they needed to catch up on closing.

He insisted sorry we’re closed. And they all continued to stand around there. He then said “We need time to close up before six” I told him “While I can appreciate that it is Christmas Eve and you’d like to get home, your hours posted state until 6pm. I work long hours like anyone else and all I wanted was some hot chocolate for my kids.”

The whole time they continued to refuse me service, telling me “we need to go home too” they could have simply just served me, made Dunkin’ Donuts some money, and helped a dad surprise his kids on Christmas Eve. But that’s okay. I plan to complain to their upper management until I get a proper response. They made me into the grinch that they will wish they’d never made.

Username: PANduRUS

My wife broke her arm a week ago. She already has problems with patience and blowing up on me. Because her arm is broken, she needs help with things. No problem. But I won't tolerate being talked down to. She's been having meltdowns that I can't braid her super long hair.

She needed help getting a ring off her finger, and I wasn't doing it the way she wanted and she kept telling me that it was obvious how to do it. I tried her way and it hurt her finger. She asked for a piece of ice so I got it. She then told me it was obvious she also needed a napkin too with a huge attitude and saying she was going to get covered in water.

I told her that I can get her a napkin but she needs to talk to me nice if she wants help. She doubled down on it being so obvious, and then I said: if it's so obvious, then what are you saying about me? Are you calling me dumb? And she stormed off.

Then later in the day, she needed help getting a stain out of she shirt she wanted to wear. I tried to wash it in the sink and I got more water on it than she wanted and also didn't get the stain out because...it wasn't a stain. She started flipping out saying I did it wrong and I ruined her Christmas outfit.

I told her we could dry it relatively quickly, maybe in 10 minutes, and we didn't need to leave for 3 hours. She kinda cooled down..but since the stain was there, she said we need to bleach it. Cool. So we went to bleach it. She needed help opening the bleach. Instead of asking me, she grabbed the bottle and shook it in my face and said "well?".

So I said what do you need? And she again said it's so obvious. Yes, it is obvious, but you can ask me nicely. She flipped out and said don't ever help me with anything again if she's such a bad person. I told her not to make a big deal about it but she doubled down and got ready all by herself.

I told her that it's not my fault that she's hurt, and I have no problem helping her but to please just ask me for what she needs, and if I am not doing something her way, that's okay. Then when we got home from Christmas with her dad, she couldn't find the ring she took off. It's her $20k engagement ring. She started freaking out assuming someone stole it.

We are staying at her mom's and it was in a bag in the bathroom that she asked her mom to move to our bedroom. Her brother and mom and some family from her stepdad side were having Christmas at her moms. Her brother overheard and said why are you accusing us?

We didn't go through your stuff. And then he went out and said did anyone steal her ring? Of course it turned up 5 seconds later under the bag. But everyone immediately left because it was so awkward. Rough Christmas.

Username: Pndrizzy

My aunt brought her cat to Christmas dinner. We have dinner at our bank (they allow people to rent out the gym), which is not pet friendly.

As my cousin and I were setting up the cat was nervously running by our feet as we were carrying heavy tables and ended up running into the closet under a piano, if we tried to grab him he'd swat at us and hiss. He was pacing and even backed up against walls like he was going to spray. He even jumped on the food table and stole a piece of ham

My grandma was wondering why I brought my cat (both my aunt and I have solid black cats and my grandma cat tell the difference). I told her I didn't and that it was my aunts. My aunts response to why she brought her cat "he was whining at the door and I felt bad" and then later after he jumped on the table "he's trained and has gone through therapy cat training".

Her cat failed the test and couldn't complete the training. And there's 0 proof that he is trained to do anything other than use the litterbox (and even that isn't reliable). She tried to tell her cat to get down (with baby voice) with no luck, so she had to walk over to pick him up, and she was so annoyed.

We had to do a quick run to the store, and she left her cat unattended with small children and very limited mobility old people. This cat took every opportunity to run outside, and if he got out, he'd be running either into a very bust road or into a wooded area with plenty of coyotes and foxes.

My grandma came to talk to me after she left and bragged about me to me. She's spent a lot of time with my cats and has seen the training I do with my cats. Both of my cats are leash trained for inside and outside environments. They know not to go on tables or counters, but sometimes one of them will be rebellious and jump on the table, but she never goes after food she just likes to spill cups (typical cat behavior, im working on it).

They know the word "no," and it only has to be said once. They come when called even when there are no treats involved and even know how to sit when told even from a distance. They're only 1 year. My aunts cat is 8.

My grandma is hoping, praying she doesn't lose the ability to rent the gym. The last time someone rented the gym, they left it completely trashed, and the bank said no more. My grandma has a good track record with them (we clean every up, sanitize everything and even sweep the floors and take the garbage out) and they let us still use it but we're walking on eggshells.

Username: depressedaloe

So, this is how one Christmas got ruined... but not for me. When I was very young, about 4, maybe 5, we used to live in a small village in Leicestershire. Next door were these other kids who I used to get on with really well and this year they spent Christmas with us rather than their own family. I was a bit young to understand and I only actually found out about it recently when my dad told me the story.

So, the mum and dad (let’s call them Liz and Dave) used to run the local pub, but gave it up when their children were born. They were both quite a pair of characters and heavy drinkers (but not in an alcoholic way). One foggy Christmas Eve, Liz decided to treat Dave to a... let’s call it “surprise adult dress up party” after the kids went to bed and they finished wrapping the presents.

Some seriously acrobatic stuff must have been going on because at 5am on the dot, Dave was banging on our door needing help. Dad went round and found Liz, in a “compromising” position. She was in a sexy Mrs Clause nighty, thigh highs stilettos boots... and nothing else at all.

In between rounds it seems, she had gone up to check the kids were still asleep, and on her way back down, she slipped down the stairs and badly twisted her ankle. It was in this position dad found her. Obviously Dave had to get her to hospital so the kids had Christmas Day with us. Opening presents, having lunch etc.

This was at 5am. Dave and Liz didn’t get back until about 9pm. Desperately tired and hungry. To top it all off, when they got to the kitchen, they found their dog passed out in a turkey coma and huge pile of liquid poop and puke.

They’d left food out for him and dad had been over to feed him and let him in the garden for a toilet break a couple of times, but he must have got at the turkey in the evening (must have been after 7pm which was when dad had last checked on him).

Seriously, no word of a lie, he’d eaten the whole damn thing... raw. So, poor old Dave was off back in his car to the next village to see the vet. Apparently Dave and Liz both find it very funny now 20years later, but Dave was not a happy man at the time lol.

Username: KingJacoPax

I'm living in Vietnam right now and I decided to go for a jog on the beach Christmas afternoon. As soon as I got there a local saw me and since I am white he thought I'd make a good santa so he asks me if I would put on a santa suite to take a picture with him. I said ok. In my best Santa impression I belt out "ho ho ho... merrrrrry christmas!!!" He loves it and finds it hilarious and says I'm a way better santa than he is so I should just keep the outfit and be santa.

I'm about to start my jog down the beach and I figure what the hell, I'll be a jogging santa and spread some Christmas cheer to a few people. I was unaware of this, but apparently the beach is a popular place to spend Christmas if you're someplace warm. There were a LOT of tourists out today, far more than there ordinarily are, and it's a popular beach already.

So I start jogging and I'm feeling good breath-wise so I start belting out my lines. The families love me and beg me to stop and visit constantly. I'm really absolutely making the day to all of the Western families who are missing that feeling of christmas tradition. It's also a riot to all the little Chinese children, of which there are a plethora (far more than the western ones).

Anyway so far it's a great jog and a great christmas, but out of nowhere my runners knee that has been bugging me lately kicks in and within moments it's the worst it's ever been. It's no longer a dull ache, it a throbbing, excruciating mess. I can't run anymore, i can't even walk. I can only hob-knob along trying my best not to swear loudly. I've just been running down the beach so I'm 6km away from my motorbike and I need to go back 6km in the other direction to get on it and get home.

So now that I'm walking and not running and in full santa gear, ALL the beach goers want a piece of me. Problem is, only about 10% of them speak English, and "my fucking knee hurts" it turns out is somewhat hard to translate. Oh, people understand the f-word, and they shuffle their kids behind them and stick up their shoulders ready to defend when they hear it, but the rest of the phrase is lost on them.

So, Im like a famous person now, doing everything but signing autographs, trying to get through, and trying to be santa. I give up communicating in any real sense, so i just tell myself to stay in character like I'm in some community theater troupe. "Just stay in character, it's only a few km, you can make it."

"Ho ho -- motherfucker!!"
"Merry CHRIST-mas!!"
I'm the worst potty mouth there is and I already have trouble swearing in front of kids normally, but the pain in my knee was too much. I'm sorry reddit, I lost it.

I can't tell you how many little kids got giddy with excitement, ran up towards me, only when getting close, finding a dirty santa with who is disgustingly sweaty from jogging in a santa suite in 85f/29c heat, and is slowly losing his mind from crippling pain, dehydration, and an absurd determination that the best course of action is to stay in character. I "ho ho -- motherfucker!"-ed that whole way back up the beach.

So yeah, i felt awful, the kids felt awful, i felt awful for the kids, and I think the parents of the kids felt an odd blend of mistrust and pity towards the swearing santa (who also didn't have any gifts, which pissed some of those kids off a lot).

Username: boogiefoot

I've been spending the last couple weeks talking to this amazing girl that I've connected with. We spent a couple nights together and I had told her early that I was mostly looking for something casual, she had shared with me that she was looking for something long term. That seemed fine considering I just got out of a relationship and am not ready to date, so I figured we could enjoy this time together until she found someone more suitable.

Anyway, turns out I'm weak and vulnerable and totally ended up falling for this girl. She is so thoughtful and attentive, smart, successful, wealthy and funny, and God she's gotta be the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. She's very shy but I really felt like she came out of her shell with me, and I'm just awe struck by her.

On Christmas Eve instead of making plans with my family I asked her first what she was doing, and we decided to spend the evening together and I stayed the night. The whole night was magical, felt like a fairy tale. In the middle of the night I woke up with a nasty headache, she literally woke up on her own and massaged my neck for an hour until I feel asleep, like she's so thoughtful!!

Especially where my ex was a total selfish narcissistic who really neglected me for the last 3 years, this entire experience has just been a perfect storm for me to fall head over heels for this amazing person. It also doesn't help that we had loads of what I would consider to be the best sex of my life, and hours of prime cuddles. Uuuuugh my heart.

Anyway, Christmas Day rolls around and we spend the day talking and cuddling, then I go home cause she's got plans with family. Now I'm alone on Christmas Day, and I have a gut feeling. I share with her through text that she has been making me feel this way, and proceed to explain to her that I am willing to maybe reconsider what I want from this, and that she's special enough to me that I would totally consider dating her. This is when she drops a bomb on me.

Turns out, she's been talking to another guy. He's a med student, and she really likes him. She wants to give him a try and shares with me that despite all of the things she likes about me, the spark isn't there and she knows I'm not really what she's looking for.

When my ex of three years left me I barely shed a tear. I proceeded to spend the entire night bawling like a baby. I'm 28 years old and I've never been so torn up about a girl in my whole life, and now I'm alone on Christmas. And as a cherry on top, one of the other girls I was casually seeing sent me a message saying she wanted to stop lol. That second one didn't hurt nearly as bad but it was really just icing on the cake.

I'm taking the whole thing as a learning experience, it has come to light that I may have some self image issues and was possibly looking for validation. Either way I've never been swept off my feet before quite like this and I truly am hurting. Thanks for reading everybody!

Username: jonshea34

We (my 15 month old, my husband and myself) went to my sister's house to do Christmas morning with her, her husband, her 2 4 year olds and our parents.

First we had to move all of the presents out of the room where they have their tree into their bigger living room so there was room to open stuff,ao everything was in a rather big pile waiting to be passed out. Well, her kids are at the stage where they want to open stuff NOW. So she gets stuff and most of it is theirs since it's their house and they got a ton.

As she's sorting they start whining to open something immediately, we tell them they need to wait till everything is passed out and they whine again (they're 4 duh). She relents and says they can open 1 now even though everyone else has said to wait. I say something to that effect and she tells at me that shell talk to me when my daughter is 4 and to basically shut up.

This isn't really what was the worst though. Now that she's mad and still sorting stuff she blows up and says at me that if "SOMEONE would help" then gets pissed when no one hops to then says it again louder and then starts screaming about how I'm just sitting on my ass and not doing anything. Keep in mind she'd never actually asked for help and no one even asked her to even do the sorting.

She has a temper and my husband is and the end of his tether with her and this in general and when she starts yelling he gets up and says OK if it's gonna be like this we're leaving. So I get up and walk past to go outside with my husband and child (we weren't gon a leave I don't think) but as I walk past we swing back and hits me on my shoulder as hard as she could.

It sounded like she hit bare skin despite it being thru my shirt it was so hard. So I grab my purse and go sit outside on the steps to their front door with my husband. I didn't want to leave and was pissed since I was really looking forward to having everyone open what we'd brought.

She came to the door once (after we'd heard lots of yelling and slamming from in the house) and told me to get my ass in the house. Once it sounded quiet I went back in leaving husband and baby out as he wasn't coming in till he knew it was calmer.

She'd retreated to her bedroom and was wailing and crying so loud everyone could hear about how it's not her fault and all that. Me and my dad divided out everything else. Her husband didn't seem to want to be involved in any of it and wasn't in sight. I'm sure it embarrasses the he k outta him. Eventually everyone made their way back in to the living room and we opened presents.

At the end of the morning she says I'm sorry I got frustrated and she had said she was sorry she hit me and that she shouldn't have done that. Even now almost a day later my shoulder stings where she got me. Its bad that all of this is in front of her 4 year olds and she wonders why they hit eat other. We don't like having my kid around it all since it's really bad vibes and we don't want her to see any of that.

Username: Alleykatden

A few months ago my father suddenly moved out of the house to be with his 22 year old girlfriend. He's 38 and had been married to my mom for almost 19 years. He had been my only male role model, and he was the most amazing, kind, supporting christian man I've ever known. He was my dad.

He lied at first, saying there was no one else. (My mom used to be a police officer and is friends with two detectives, of course she's picked up a few things. She found out right away that there was another woman, and where they were staying at). He also lied about other things, such as saying he was going to job interviews when really he was spending time with her, causing us to start living pay check to pay check, as my mother was the only one working at the time.

Anyway, to say that him leaving was unexpected is an understatement. Everyone had no idea what to do. It was like life as I knew it... stopped. He was everything to us. My mother stopped eating, and lost 60lbs in three months. Now she's eating again and at a healthy weight, so all is good there.

I also stopped eating and honestly, suffering from pretty bad depression and in the process of getting the help I need. Life has been pretty rough. We have definitely been struggling, financially and mentally. He even took money from us when he left. We're lucky that we had enough in savings that we can survive for the most part, which brings us to Christmas time.

Of course we had no extra money to spend on gifts, for others or ourselves. And I never cared about that anyway. All I care about is my mother. She didn't want to set up decorations this year, because we always did things as a family. Putting up the tree together, with homemade ornaments. Eventually she agreed to let my sister and I set things up, and she did appreciate it.

So, time passes and the day before Christmas Eve, my mother sits me down and tells me, "Your father wants to come over on Christmas and watch you kids open presents."

Now of course when he left I was very angry, and I still am. I only have hate and rage for that man because of what he did to our family, and the very thought of him coming over, sitting in the same room as me, made me furious. I hate him, and what he's done. Just thinking about him while writing this makes me sick.

Anyway, as the kid in this situation, I don't really have much of a choice in the matter. So, my mother tells him what time is best to come over. And he does. the dreaded Christmas morning comes and brings him along with it. This son of a bitch had the audacity to act all "cool" and "ignorant".

I so desperately wanted to slap smug little grin of his stupid face, and kick his nuts so hard they came out his ass. But, I held back, for my mother. I bit my tongue, stayed silent and suffered through his visit. I never looked into his eyes, I never sat by him, and I never let him hug me.

I stayed downstairs as long as I could handle, and hid in my room until he was gone. He ruined everything by leaving, and I will not forgive him for years to come. But he is more than welcome to try and buy my love. It won't work, but I need a new phone lmao

Username: Poet_Snow

Me, I think. I've been in a real sour mood for weeks now. Very worried about paying bills, finding a thoughtful gift for all my family, and kind-of loathing my job. My wife and I definitely were not going overboard, taking care to pass over expensive things that our family's for-sure wanted, instead focusing on what actually met our budget.

Still, come Christmas Eve, my wife had given me a fun little novelty thing that I had asked for (finger hands). It would've been a perfect silly thing that I would have enjoyed playing with from time to time, but she went overboard. Instead of just a few of them like I asked for, she went out and bought every gesture she could find, and enough of each to literally put on every finger.

And a case to store and organize all of them. It was so odd and so overboard, but it didn't really turn into a problem until the cost of what she bought came to mind. Then I just got quiet for really the rest of night as I couldn't stop thinking about it.

To put it in perspective, she spent somewhere between $150-200 on around 100 novelty finger hands that have maybe a 10-minute novelty entertainment value, leaving me to realize that she's just given me an effectively useless, remarkably expensive thing when we're literally trying to climb out of credit card debt and had to forgo giving gifts to many in our family for it.

I didn't want to be that ungrateful person, but I came to realize that we literally couldn't afford to keep such a silly thing. I was thinking for hours on how I could say it without hurting her (... unsuccessfully) and finally broke silence about it on our way back home. It ended up being a very long car ride from needing to stop with a lot of sobbing.

In hindsight, I so wished I had opened on just saying "Honey, we just can't afford this. We're trying so hard to pay bills and this just isn't something either of us needs to have We need to take this back." but my mind had been spinning on it for so long that when I did finally open up about it, it came out as "I hate that I'm like this. I hate that I can't just accept this because I really like the basis of what you gave me, but it's too much. I can't use all of this. Can we take it back?"

Unfortunately on top of her feeling devastated by "giving a gift so bad that [my] Christmas was ruined and had to stop the car on the way home to get it off my mind," she told me that she already threw away all the packaging when she put it into the organizer, so we can't return it. So...it only sank in worse that not only had she given me something that she sees as being completely hated, but now she's firmly aware that we're completely stuck with it.

So...I now have 50 finger hands and 100 finger hands for finger hands that we're stuck with at the cost of having that much credit card debt still hanging on for another month, as well as a very distraught wife that I'm trying so hard to console over this and get things right. It's all such a weird way that "Christmas was ruined," but fuck, I'm there.

Username: masterchief1517

Then, once everyone else left and it was just her and her children + spouses she yelled angrily while crying at us that we don’t care about family or tradition or anything but ourselves. For context we are sitting in my house where we just had family stay with us for 2 days straight in another city because we wanted to create some family memories together where some of us now live.

It was our first family gathering not in their home city, EVER. And it had been great up till this point. It went on for 30 minutes where she tried to grab her things and just leave... THEN we opened presents in near silence except for the, “oh thank you, this is great -__- ” comments.

So things were relatively calm for about 20 minutes and the cars are getting packed up because everyone has other places to go after 24-48 hours all together. One of my mother in law’s daughters hugs her goodbye and my MIL starts yelling in my driveway in front of the neighbors all of the exact same stuff, rehashing it publicly this time but even louder and more angrily.

There is much gesticulating. All of the spouses retreat into the house. 10-15 minutes later or so, she is back in the car and tells her husband (a nice but silent man, I don’t blame him in some ways) to drive away. They get 10 feet, stop, the door opens to more crying and yelling. Helluva spectacle for 5-6 more minutes in the middle of the neighborhood street. Finally they drive away.

15 min later we get a call from the MIL explaining that her husband has informed, unequivocally, her family events always end poorly because of her. So she said she called because her husband would be (more) mad at her if she didn’t apologize.

It felt pretty empty considering stuff like this (though not nearly as meaningful) happens all the time. Glad my Father in law finally stepped up to put some truth out there. There is little faith there will be any change. At this point pretty much everyone felt like we should never do this again.

Moral of the story... Don’t unleash your internal anxieties on the few people who are trying to put up with you: not liking your adult (all 30+) children’s choices even though they are all successful, kind, educated, tolerant, loving, high-functioning adults without major issues because they aren’t living the life YOU see as perfect for YOUR needs, is the fast track alienation. Don’t blow up Christmas or any other family event just because your word isn’t final on everything.

Username: RhinoKeepr

Ate at a Brazilian joint Sunday night. Second time going there. First time killed my stomach. Intestines went nuclear in the parking lot talking with friends. Doors were closed. Nearby businesses were closed. Had the worst 40 min drive home before laying waste to my bathroom. Figured it was a fluke. This time I made sure to decommission the missile batteries before leaving the house, just to make sure.

Well, as we were talking at the table after eating, the exact same thing happened. Luckily we were still in the restaurant, so I proceeded to inflict a nuclear winter on their bathroom. Got back to the table and chopped it up for a bit longer. I could feel a second salvo coming online, but didn't think it was that serious, as I figured I had depleted the majority of my munitions on the first go around.

We get out in the parking lot and we're talking some more, when it feels like I'm about to recreate the scene in Alien when the alien bursts out of the guy's stomach. Same situation as before. Restaurant closed, other businesses closed. Shit. I bid a hasty goodbye and head off for home. I made it last time, surely I can do it again. I have will power, after all.

About 20 mins into my trip home and I'm sweating bullets. My toes are curled up in my shoes. Every muscle is clenched tight. I realize I'm not going to make it. I hop off at the next exit and see Jack In The Box and a Texaco station. I Know Jack In The Crack is closed and I've never been to a Texaco station before.

Do they have bathrooms? Do they require a key? Do you have to purchase something before they give you that key? I do not know the procedures and I don't have time to find out. I know that as soon as I step out of the car, I have mere seconds before a containment breach. I hang a quick right, quick left, and I'm in a business park and I see a section of the park with some nice trees and bushes.

That's my spot. I pull over, run into the bushes, and eject my waste material all over the ground. As you know, once hot exhaust gases pass through, you have to let the silo doors cool down before attempting to close them. So there I sat, cheeks hanging in the 40 degree night air, contemplating how I got here. I also hoped the grounds keeper was off for Christmas.

I make it home, go for round three, wash up, and go to bed. Monday morning I wake up, and as I'm stretching in bed I pull my neck muscle. I spent all Christmas in pain with little sleep. At least my intestines were back to normal.

Finally took some motrin last night and got decent sleep. Felt better this morning. Electric toothbrush ran out of juice yesterday and I forgot to plug it in. Had to brush my teeth manually this morning. Now I'm at work. Needless to say, I won't be making a third trip to that Brazilian restaurant.

Username: Racefiend

My brother in law's gf's daughter. We have a tradition here where we stay awake till 1am to open presents, and usually everyone, including the kids, are absolutely fine.

However. There was a storm last night. Christmas Eve. This girl is 6, almost 7. First off, she's running rampage all over the house, throwing herself to the floor, and scream playing (not crying yet). We have dinner, and she refuses to sit and eat, instead elbowing everyone and touching everyone eating. (No btw, she does not have any mental disabilities or anything of the sort.) Everyone is just eating, no one is bothered yet.

11pm, thunder and lightning start. Immediately starts SCREECHING like a dying dog. Okay, we understand, kids normally don't like lighting and thunder. Fine. 12pm, power goes out. Cue a bloodcurdling scream from child. All our eardrums are bleeding. Power comes back on.

12:30am, her mom's phone runs out of battery, so she can't watch her favorite show. More kicking and crying happening now. Stops with a pastry. 1am, getting ready to open presents, power goes out again. SCREAM. Crying!! Piercing all our ears!! We tried to get her to hold a flashlight and open presents, only for her to throw a fit. Okay.

2am, time for more scream crying, because she didn't want to go home!!! But also she was tired!!! Lmao.
Finally she left...or so we thought.
She came back this morning.

Lunch, touching everyone again, and elbowing her way onto peoples seats while everyone is eating.
Yelling to make herself heard. Doing zoomies through the whole room and house.

Comes to my hubby and my room, stands in the doorway, and STARES AT US for a solid 5 minutes. Yes we closed the door. Yes we could feeling her staring at us through the door. We opened the door to use the bathroom, and she was still there staring. Wtf?!

More zoomies, and high pitched kid screaming, as she's having fun or being murdered, I don't know anymore!! The last straw for my poor parent in laws, was when we were getting ready to trim the grass and clean up our home in another city.

Kid goes and throws another, yes ANOTHER (how does she have so much vocal cords, idk!) screaming fit, how she doesn't want to go, she wants to play with the ball my husband has (i bought him a cool but rather fragile toy for christmas lol), how she wants to go anywhere BUT the other house, etc. Our ears are bleeding. My parent in laws says shes no longer invited, and that we all need hearing aids now.

Username: PlantResponsible4993

This one's a doozy, absolutely wild Christmas this year My brother has two people living with him; a friend and his girlfriend. I don't know them too well but they seem kind of trashy, especially the girlfriend.

They're both jobless, share a car and had a baby a couple months ago with so many health issues that he's already had 3 surgeries and is still in the hospital, which I can only assume was due to heavy drug use by the mother during the pregnancy. I know he's trying to be a good friend and help them on their feet but they seem to be taking advantage of him.

Anyway, we had the dinner there and they were at her family's house. While we're eating, the boyfriend calls my brother and asks if he can pick them up because everyone is arguing and they want to leave. So my brother drives clear across town to get them, only to be told they changed their mind and they want to stay.

About an hour after he returned to the house, the boyfriend casually limps in the door drunk as balls with his girlfriend's purse and covered in mud and scratches. He claims he was dirty from wrestling her cousins and she wanted to stay so he got a ride. We obviously know he's lying but ignore it and start a game of poker.

About another hour later, the girlfriend comes storming in the house with her pajama pants also caked in mud screaming that he stole her purse and left her on the side of the road. He starts screaming back that she ran him over and left him on the side of the road.

Then she starts demanding to know where her car is, to which he says he has no idea, and we ask her how she got here. She tells us, while grabbing her tits, that she had to pay to get a ride here because he left her.

Her version of the story was that he grabbed her purse, jumped out of the moving car by a gas station and ran off. She apparently went looking for him by walking down a river, got lost and got a ride from an old dude in exchange for a sexual favor.

His version of the story is that she ran him over, so he went to the gas station where he found a friend of his and got a ride. He wouldn't elaborate on why he had her purse and was outside the car for him to be ran over, so we think he did jump out of the moving car with it and she ran him over in the process.

Either way, he was ran over and he did have her purse because the news and police were waiting at the gas station looking for the man who was ran over and fled and he did show up at my brother's house with her purse.

My boyfriend and I drove her around the gas station area looking for her car but we couldn't find it. I imagine since everyone at the gas station witnessed it, when she left it to go find him and didn't return the police towed it for evidence.

Username: SlytherinAhri

Strangely enough, nothing in particular, I just feel like shit overall, and it happened to be at it's peak now. I used to have a friend that I have known ever since we were 7, I am kind of a sassy little shit, and I like to roast everyone, including me, he is the strong kind, do he never talked to me about it, but he hated that.

So he started to do the same but in a really violent way sometimes, I didn't say anything because, well, I kind of deserved it, it didn't really affect me, do I just kept with my shitty behavior, last year, I skipped a grade and went to high school ahead of him, he's pretty much my only friend, and I am really introverted, simply asking someone their pen twice because I still need it after the first use is stressful for me, and with the two years difference (I had skipped another grade before), I really can't make any friends, I have literally nothing in common with people of my age, and with adults too.

So we only talk to each other through video games (League of legends specifically) and sometimes we also meet ect... He recently told me that he couldn't stand my attitude toward him, and he's someone really important to me, so of course I tried to change my behavior, but he just ignore me, and play with anyone else, but he's not my property, I don't want to be that asshole who thinks that his friends can't talk to other people, so I just leave him be...

My father who was born in Africa really misses his original country, so he'll be returning there soon, leaving me, my brother and my mother behind except for holidays.

My mother is already stressed by everything, her job, her lack of sleep, having plan everything, we help her of course but she just yells at us no matter what we do anyways, simply seeing her the morning on weekends ruin my days.

My brother is probably the only nice guy around, at least he used to be, since he's turned 18, he just won't stop looking down on me, criticizing and mocking every games I like even when I don't talk to him about them, sometimes I swear he thinks that he's actually being mature, while he just sounds like an entitled kid who mocks others because he had the newest toy and not them, he's still decent though.

I want to see the rest of my family right now, they're just nice, I love them so much, but I just spent a terrible Christmas with my father who has no family to invite. I have no friends, my father will leave soon, my Mom is horrible to me, my brother is extremely annoying , I want to see the rest of my family but I can't for now

Ah yeah and also my cousin tried to commit suicide twice, and I may be the only one who knows about it except from his parents, and I have no idea how to help since we don't see each other often and I have my own problems. Guess I just needed to let it out even if it's to randoms, still, I guess there are worse fates, happy holidays !

Username: Shaymin1478

My hypercritical grandmother ruins everything. She would cut off her own nose just to spite her face. For the last decade, we have purchased a premade holiday dinner from the supermarket because we are all disabled in my household. All that needs to be done is reheat the dishes in the oven and in the microwave.

My mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer this year and, although she is currently doing fantastic, she may not have many more holidays remaining. When my mother was diagnosed, my grandmother (and my mother's mother) retreated into her room even more and began to do less and less to get attention.

She began to make more hurtful comments towards my mother while she goes through treatments that caused her to lose sections of her hair and develop the moon face from prednisone. My grandmother went from doing small chores and tasks to keep occupied, like sweeping or checking the mailbox, to almost nothing unless it has to do with her cat.

To my grandmother, cats are more important than people, including her terminally ill daughter. Since I can remember, she has desperately wanted attention and will settle even with getting negative attention. All my grandmother does is complain and most of us simply ignore her.

My mother had invited her best friend (who also has cancer) over for Christmas day and we three had been watching The Witcher together and having a lovely time but my grandmother hid herself away in her room like usual. I had literally just put all the side dishes on the table and everyone was just starting to come to the table after smoking outside.

I was cutting the ham so the green beans cooled faster than I had anticipated but everything else was still steaming. After using her dirty fingers to grab a green bean from the dish, she tasted one and complaining that they were cold. I told her, I'll admit a bit rudely, that she can microwave them. Those were the directions on the premade dish. She threw a fit and left the table before even sitting down. We ate dinner without her.

After her self-imposed exile, she comes downstairs and begins reheating a plate and tells my mother that this is the worst Christmas she can remember. My mother, having her fill of this bullshit, told my grandmother that we won't be doing Christmas next year and we will never prepare another holiday dinner.

My grandmother, of course, makes the surprised pikachu face and will blame me for all that transpired. She doesn't even take into consideration that this may just be the last Christmas my mom will be alive and that she ruined it all by herself. And due to her fit, self-imposed exile to her bedroom, she had to reheat all of her food rather than just the green beans.

Username: lilpin13

Holidays have always been a hard time for me. I lost my girlfriend a year ago in a car crash, and although I've come to peace with it, it’s still upsetting. I went over to my family’s house on Christmas Eve because I wanted to be around people (I live alone now).

I woke up yesterday morning after tossing and turning, only getting 2 hours of sleep. My mother, who has multiple severe mental illnesses, saw my drowsiness and sleepy state as being an “ungrateful little shit” and threatened to take back the presents her and other family members got me. I was polite and thanked them, but leave it to my mom to turn it negative.

My father hit me in the chest where I broke two of my ribs two weeks ago in another crash (totaled the new car I made a whopping 3 whole payments on) because I was being quiet and reserved since I have really bad anxiety when it comes to my family. He asked me to speak up, and when I cried out, he called me a little bitch and displayed to my entire family how much of a pussy I was for crying out in pain.

My autistic (diagnosed) brother was screaming the entire time, telling me to go home and that he has to go to the hospital because I’m hurting him. I’m actually so scared of my own brother that I sit across the room from him. Christmas dinner was finally done, and as I went to grab a plate of really good-looking turkey, potatoes, and other sides, I bumped into my father who was making gravy.

They have a small kitchen, and he spilled a little extra corn starch. He got pissed, throwing the entire box square in my chest again, sending corn starch in my eyes, my food, my clothes, my hair, and all over his kitchen. He then proceeded to say I made a mess of it.

I started crying and went up to my old bedroom as my family stifled laughs. I was with my family for two days, and not once was I hugged, wished a Merry Christmas, or asked about what’s going on in my life. Every time I tried to start or contribute to a conversation, I’d get spoken over or ignored.

When I shut up since I’m not going to talk over people, they get all sentimental and let me have my turn so they don’t seem like assholes to the rest of the family. November and December are the hardest times of the year for me and my fight with my depression.

The messed-up part is that I’ll take the abuse over the loneliness because if I’m alone, all I’ll think of is my girlfriend who passed away. That hurts more than the pain my family will ever cause me.

Username: MicrowavingAluminum