Tell me about your long-running comedy family feuds

[LadyJaye]

My grandmother, who came from [X] village, married my grandfather who came from [Y] town.

In the early years of their marriage, before my mother was even born, my grandfather got into a disagreement with the owner of a garage in [Z] village, not far from [X] village, who thought my grandfather was a bit jumped up because he was from [Y] town.

This all happened YEARS before my sister, my cousins and I were even thought of, but to this day, when travelling to [X] village, we refuse to refuel at the garage in [Z] village. We also completely intend passing this ridiculous grudge down to the next generation, even though the original owner is presumably long since dead and we don't even really know what the disagreement was about anyway.

What ridiculous long-standing feuds exist in your family?

my parents used to vote for different political parties and would hide each other's voting cards in the hope the other would forget to vote

I've mentioned my father refusing to speak to my mother because she said he didn't look like a young Paul McCartney (he was 67) on here before.

Haha how random 😂

My Nan fell out with her sister over a piece of furniture and they never spoke again, 35 years in total (the sister died).

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@RogueMNerKnowsNoShame

My DH and I have differing political views. He is a bit lazy about voting even though we live 2 min from the polling station.he got home at 9.55 one night and I asked if hed voted. He said no and asked if I had. I said yes and told him who I voted for and he rushed and grabbed his coat so he could go and vote to "cancel out mine", and got to the polling station at 9.59pm!

My Dsis was sacked (unfairly) from a high street shop. She took them to court for unfair dismissal and won but the whole family didnt shop there for years!
When the shop went into administration we joked it was because we no longer shopped there! (But we felt really bad for all the staff)

My MIL hasn't spoken to me for 5ish years because she thought I was lying about there being a defrost button on my microwave.

My aunt and uncle fell out with my parents because when they visited my parents didn't tell them that they were selling their house. My parents thought it was odd that aunt and uncle didn't say anything about the massive unmissable "for sale" board outside the front door. FFS!

So, that was 32 years ago and they still don't talk!

Luckily all the children on both sides (my siblings and cousins) didn't get involved and managed to keep in touch and are still all very fond of each other!

DF and his brother fell out over a set of knives! We were all staying at his holiday home and DF, DM & I came back from a day out to make some food to find the kitchen knives missing. Apparently DF calling his brother to find out where the knives were was seen by my uncle and his wife as my DF exerting control and they got offended - why couldn’t they rearrange their own kitchen if they felt like it?!

Their response was odd - firstly ‘can’t remember, don’t know’ - odd but fair enough- then they said they may have thrown them out but to maybe look under their bed (!) for new ones.

We thought there must be more to it, underlying issues or something else upsetting them, but other relatives have asked - and they still mention the knives!

One of my aunt's fell out with her sister because she had a relationship with their adopted brothers real brother and didn't agree with it, the adopted brother was fine with it

My Welsh grandmother had many feuds at differing time with the neighbouring farms. One still is carried on to this day- despite my grandmother being dead for 26 years. The original feud was due to the farmer not moving his bull out of the shared lane to allow my Mamgu to walk through. Apparently he did it on purpose as she could tell by the look on his face!
The farm has now been bought by the National Trust, and they compulsive purchased our house and demolished it. In 1980.

This means that whenever we go to the beach we NEVER pay as we're NEVER paying to park on xxxx farm's land.

Two of my uncles don't speak.

Uncle No1 told me years ago, when drink had been taken, that it was because he stood up for my mum in an argument when they were teenagers.

Uncle No2 told me a couple of years later (in vino veritas etc) that it was because he stood up for my mum in an argument when they were teenagers.

My mum is completely oblivious to all of this. I did ask her if there'd been a big argument but she can't remember one.

My mum and her cousin fell out and as a result my immediate family didn’t speak to anyone in the cousin’s family for over fifteen years. I was there at the time. I genuinely can’t remember what it was about. Something to do with a French town our town had twinned with?

A family member has a feud with her aunt for over 40 years because the aunt got pregnant by husband of niece. Niece forgave her husband on the proviso that aunt never revealed who the father was and moved away which aunt agreed to. Child is now mid 40's. Aunt, neice and niece's husband all alive and elderly now and child still doesn't know who father is, told he was unknown ons.
Only meet at family funerals due to distance, aunt still lives in exile at the other end of the country. Some know the situation, other family members dont.

The neice who was wronged's dad died not knowing his sil's baby's dad was husband of his daughter. If he had, he would have possibly been murder! He would have certainly stopped his wife from seeing her sister.

The women in the family knew, the men had and have no clue. 'Child' never questioned unknown ons story.

My brother and I still argue over who farted in the kitchen once - I was 8 and he was 5. It was him and he denied it. I’m now 45, he is 42. It gets brought up every time we are at our parents’ house together.

My mother didn’t speak to her brother for some 6/7years because he knew that my dad (divorced quite a few years from mother) was dating my uncles exwife ie my mother’s ex sil). What it had to do with her I’ll never know.

@MorvaanReed

My MIL hasn't spoken to me for 5ish years because she thought I was lying about there being a defrost button on my microwave.

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@bjjgirl

*nana not banana, my bananas hold no grudges, although they bruise easily

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@Respectmyauthoritah

I was sent to the shop for a loaf of bread (over 33 years ago now) and was sold a mouldy, out of date loaf. My Dad marched me back to the shop and flung the bread at the shopkeeper called him a wanker and how dare he take advantage of children

Since that day, my dad never set foot in that shop. It's been a computer repair shop, funeral parlour, nail bar and sandwich shop but he was mad at all of them "because the mini market owner was a cunt". My dad was a scary man so when he explained his bat shit reasoning to other people they would just nod in agreement and promise never to go in there.

I'm sorry but that is one of the funniest things I've ever read on here!

My grandmother refused to use her village supermarket for the last 30+ years of her life because the shop assistant broke wind (like a trombone apparently) whilst passing her in an aisle. She put down her basket and refused to cross the threshold ever again. Instead, she took two buses to the nearest town - even when it was snowing heavily and she was in her eighties.

On a side note, she went to the funeral of the shop assistant over a decade after the incident, but continued with the grudge anyway.

When I returned from university for Xmas in 1989 I went to a local pet food store that we'd used for years to get cat food.

The owner took the piss out of me saying that people went away to lose weight not gain it ahahahaha

I've never returned. Bitch.

This isn't a family feud Btw but I still hold a grudge. I have 4 cats on special diets and will go out of my way to shop elsewhere. She does still own it. Cow.

My mil got a bra as a teenager then it promptly disappeared (we’re talking WWII era). Turns out her sister had nicked it and was wearing it constantly so it had gone grey and manky. She never forgave her.

DF fell out with his sister when she needed a loan and he said no. That was 20 years ago. They haven't seen each other since.

When I was a kid in the 1950s I was taken to the second hand market for school clothes (because mum said there was no money for new) and got laughed at. Eventually my grandmother had to buy me some clothes for shames sake. When I began work at 16 every pound I paid for my "board" went straight onto my sisters back, No second hand market for her. She got lovely clean fresh school uniforms. She also got pretty white socks with lace on the tops - more suitable for parties than school. My sister was a snitch and often got me into trouble. I hated her.

One day I got my revenge. I returned early from a friends house one sunday. Dad had fallen asleep in the chair in front of the TV. Mum and sister were out visiting. All the washing had been sorted for monday washday and the whites were in soak, separated out from the colourds. I put a red item of clothing at the bottom of the bowl of whites, and slipped out of the house again.

I returned 2 hours later to find uproar. All the whites (including one of my sisters school blouses, my fathers under pants and my sisters frilly white socks) had turned pale pink!

Of course mum got the blame.

Oh joy! For the next 3 weeks until she got my "keep" money and was able to replace them, my sister had to go to school in pink socks.

She got laughed at.

Later I confessed to my grandmother, thinking she would be angry as she hated waste. She said nothing, but tapped her nose and smiled broadly. That was the sign that what had happened was just between ourselves.

My nan holds onto a grudge like they're going out of production but the source is often lost to time and she just mutters to herself if certain people are mentioned.

My dad only recently stopped going to the local shop. Shop used to let him in half an hour before opening without a mask and dad would help bring the papers and milk in and he got on well with the opening guy.
This guy said to him one day, "you only ever buy the paper".. and he does indeed only buy the paper but this was too much for my dad ,how dare anyone imply his business wasn't good enough and he refuses to go in at all and drives 10 minutes to get his paper now.

I had two great uncles who fell out about an apple tree.

Apples are odd, you have to graft the variety you want onto a trunk - you can't eat a delicious apple, then grow a tree from the seed and get the same fruit. I'm sure it's got a proper name that I can't wake DH up to ask. Anyway to grow an apple tree of your favourite variety is a lot more work than just planting a seed.

So they were neighbours the tree was on the boundary between the properties. One picked the others first apple from the tree. That was it, there was a huge argument and they never spoke for the rest of their lives and loathed each other.

I never met either of them. The reason I know this story is that as a child my dad took us to the village they had lived in to tidy up the graves. They are buried next to each other in the churchyard - and would not have been happy about it!