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Tales of family Christmas from hell?

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HTH1 · 13/12/2020 21:39

Following on from the guests from hell thread, please tell me about your worst family Christmas from hell. Hopefully that will make me happier about it just being a v small Christmas this year (all family away or dead) and would love to hear your experiences Xmas Wink

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StylishMummy · 13/12/2020 23:20

@Bluntasduck & @CandyLeBonBon - I'm so sorry. I really hope you can both find some elements of joy this festive season Thanks

PegasusReturns · 13/12/2020 23:23

So sorry to everyone suffering Flowers

Slightlyunhinged · 13/12/2020 23:23

Thought of another one, this one is sad though. My MIL had dementia and lived in a care home about 250 miles away from us. We would often collect her and bring her to stay with us and always did this over Christmas. So we collected her on the 23rd as usual, but she just couldn't settle. The dementia had got much worse since the last time she had been down, which had only been in the October. She got more and more distressed and just couldn't cope with the change in surroundings and routine. By Christmas morning it was obvious that the best thing to do would be to take her back. My family were coming to us for lunch. So we rang them and moved it forward to 11.30, then left my mum and dad doing the washing up and cleaning the kitchen whilst my husband and I did the 500 mile round trip to take her back. My DH, naturally, was really upset and it was the last time she ever came to stay with us. She had just been diagnosed with dementia when I first met her, so I never knew her when she was fit and healthy.

justasking111 · 13/12/2020 23:23

We had that storm christmas eve and a mini tornado took the conservatory 20 feet down the garden, our neighbours shed flew over an eight foot hedge and blocked the lane. I had to pick the children up from a friends and find another way home. We were out in the storm rescuing the ducks whose home had also disappeared in the dark. The next morning christmas day the devastation was appalling there was no electricity, but the local farmers went out and moved fallen trees, and other things working ahead of the electricity board. We had power by lunch time so dinner was very, very late. We were lucky some parts of north wales had no electric for ten days.

MaybeMaybeNotJ · 13/12/2020 23:25

I’m so sorry Candy

Holothane · 13/12/2020 23:27

My 4x ruined a lot of Christmas times I’d worry on the way home Christmas Eve would he be there and sober, one year nothing wrapped, another year stayed at a hotel I’d never do it again he got drunk Boxing Day was argumentative when drunk

takeyourmarks · 13/12/2020 23:27

At sil with DH family - we went to bed and the rest stayed downstairs drinking - the more they drank the louder they treated us to what they thought of us and it wasn’t pleasant - many years ago now but sticks with me

Bodyrock80s · 13/12/2020 23:29

NC for outing.

I hadn’t seen my family in over 3 years after moving away. First time I’m home is for Xmas one year so everyone makes an effort, siblings all come to DPs where I’m staying, I get to spend time with DN & DNs. All going well but one DB#1 having a bit too much fun. He’s never been good at holding his drink but back then he preferred pills and weed, add that to drink and we have a very obnoxious sleezy uncle roaming around, we manage to end everything nicely, pack DB & SIL who I’ve only just met off home In a taxi, it was only a 10-15 journey. There was a really heavy snow, the only car that wasn’t snowed in was my other DBs #2 car, this is relevant. Other relevant thing is my DM can be very nasty and manipulative.

So not long after DB1 gone, we are all getting ready for bed, other DB2 and family were staying at DPs as they lived 2 hours away. Next thing the phones ringing and it’s my SIL, they had gotten home, drunk DB tipping the taxi driver with all of their cash only to discover they didn’t have keys to get in. DB1 had left his keys at DPs so they could drop his car off the next day and SIL had given me her keys the day before after I stayed at their house, she asked me to post them through the door when I left. I did but she forgot to put them back on her key ring.

They get a taxi back to DPs where we pay for it, give the money for return trip and hand house keys over. DB1 is in a foul mood now, throws the keys into the snow, DF tries calming him down but he lets loose on DF he should just hurry up and fucking die, coming out with all this nasty stuff. This is we’re my DM comes in, turns out she had been filling my DBs head full of crap about DF dying for months (she’s a bit messed in the head that way).

So DB1 storms off. We find the keys and SIL goes home. We check she’s ok with this but she says it’s fine she can handle drunk DB.

By the time SIL gets home DB had kicked his front door down, he’s gotten himself angrier and angrier as he goes along. SIL who has a gob like a fog horn and towers over DB is going nuts. DB whose nickname as a child was Mr Angry is now so worked up he smashes the entire house up, literally every little thing is broken including SIL DSs Xmas toys he’s not even been given (4yo), he wasn’t there as he’d spent Xmas day with his dad and was due back Boxing Day.

So we need to get to the house ASAP. DPs & DB1s cars are snowed in, only other DB2s car wasn’t, but he’d had a few drinks. Myself, DM & other SIL all alcohol free, no other reason other than we could sense a storm coming with DB1. Now other DB2 is very precious about his new car, with good reason, I wouldn’t have attempted to drive it, I’d not long been driving and wouldn’t in the snow. DM, not a chance, she couldn’t have handled it, so it fell to SIL. obviously DB2 wasn’t letting his wife go alone and well DM is the only person to calm my DB1 down, even if she’s the one who messed with his head in the first place. If DB2 had just gone he would have just laughed at DB and told him to grow the fuck up which would have resulted in DB1 throwing a punch and DB2 knocking him to the ground. I had no desire to go as I would have said something to make it worse. I also wanted to stay with DF,

So they arrive back, SIL covered in blood, DM shaking, DB2 pissing him self laughing because DB1 has lost the plot, going nuts with a knife. We check SIL, blood was my DBs. My DF had been very quiet during all this especially after what DB has said to him, he dosnt react to things, he likes to observe before he speaks. Anyway he quietly asks if DB1 hit her, she says, like fuck he did but I fucking punched the shit head in the head a few times when he smashed my house and sons toys up. DFs response, very quietly, so let me get this right, you’ve been abusing my son, we all laugh as this lightened the mood.

Meanwhile DMs on the phone to the police. After she’s off her DB2 & SIL2 head back to meet the police. My DM wants him sectioned, she knows the right things to say as she works in mental health but the police are having none of it. Instead they threaten to arrest DB2 for trying to push it. They won’t arrest DB1 for smashing up his own home and he tells them he never had a knife. So they walk away.

The rest of the night is quiet, it was a time before everyone had mobile phones. What no one knew was I’d quietly unplugged the land lines so my DB could phone and cause more trouble. Which he apparently tried to do.

As we are all trying to settle we hear DF call out MERRY CHRISTMAS (my name) I bet your glad your home, we all burst out laughing.

Needless to say we never had a family Christmas again. The closest we got was 15 years later, we had planned on all being together after DF was diagnosed with a TI, we thought it was going to be his last. He died just before it. I think he did it on purpose because he didn’t want a repeat of the last family Xmas 😂 If he was alive he’d think it was funny and make a joke about it too x

Livelifetotheful · 13/12/2020 23:29

@PrincessNutNutRoast

Father sat at the head of the table like Lord Muck, ordering my mother in and out of the kitchen and snapping at everyone. Eventually started screaming at my mother over something, I shouted back, massive screaming match ensued, guests made hasty excuses and left beforr main was finished. Father disappeared upstairs, refusing to come down until we had all gone up to apologise to him, mother was wibbling all over the place enabling and encouraging his shit while siblings and I said we were quite happy for him to stay up there and brother made a point of finishing Dad's meal since he was saying he was never going to rejoin us. Siblings and I had dessert together while my mother continued wibbling around and enabling Dad rather than telling him to go fuck himself like she should have. Siblings and I cleared everything away and proceeded to get drunk on all the wine that parents and guests weren't going to drink while Dad screamed at Mum upstairs about how shit she was, how shit we were (especially me) and why he was the only righteous person in the family. Boxing Day rolled around, father was stalking around the house refusing to speak to anyone and I was wondering whether it was possible to wire up the fairy lights to just burn our whole fucking dysfunctional toxic house to the ground.

Fa la la la la la la la la.

Well done you for not enabling your abusive father more . Wish I’d had your strength. Respect to you .
DougRossIsTheBoss · 13/12/2020 23:30

A sort of an it was awful at the time but it's OK now one

I confided in my much loved Dsis on Christmas Day that I was finally pregnant with DC2 after 2 miscarriages and a lot of heartache. To my surprise (her DC1 was under 1) she confided she just found out she was pregnant too.
I got so excited thinking how amazing it would be to have our babies close in age and be on mat leave together.
Boxing Day I started to spot and by New Year had miscarried. No services open over Christmas so felt very unsupported. Also wished I never told dsis as I felt I was spoiling her joy too.

She obviously went on to have her lovely DC2 but it was very bitter sweet for me as her birthday was so near the miscarried babies due date.

However alls well that ends well.

I did get pregnant again that same year and had my own DC2 and they are the same school year and now they are older the difference of a few months is not noticeable at all. They are as thick as thieves and adore each other's company.

A lot of stuff looks better from a few years distance.

pog100 · 13/12/2020 23:31

@Bluntasduck

As a teenager I was expected to "entertain" my father over the Christmas period to pay him back for how hard he worked all year to pay for it
God, if that is what it seems to be it trumps all the rest ...

I am very sorry

ginandvomit · 13/12/2020 23:32

DS's first Xmas, PIL's insisted we travel to them. When we arrived MIL had set up a cot in her bedroom (because it was bigger) and through an almighty tantrum when I made her move it to our room. Waking up to your first child on Christmas morning is quite special and something I was looking forward to. She'd also had a Santa sack made for DGC (this is my job as his DM and I had already chosen a beautiful stocking). She insisted on opening DGC's presents just from me unceremoniously in the back room, while all the other present opening (all family gifts and DGC's) was in the formal room with Christmas tree.

justasking111 · 13/12/2020 23:32

My mother would throw a drama every christmas, twice she failed to turn up on christmas day nor did my father. I just used to clear away their place settings and play it down to the children. Awful.

Thankfully have been NC with her for a decade now. Today I received my second christmas card from her the first one two weeks ago with a nasty letter. Todays said from the outcast and that she had just learnt about great grandkids births three years late.

Needless to say they all went into the bin.

VillanellesOrangeCoat · 13/12/2020 23:32

@CandyLeBonBon love & strength to you
@Bluntasduck no words Flowers

changingnamesforthis · 13/12/2020 23:33

My mothers drinking spoiled many a Christmas when I was young but one that stands out was when I was 15, my mother got really drunk on Christmas Eve and rowed with our step-father. Christmas Day she was too hungover to come downstairs, step father sat in a corner in his dressing gown all day staring at tv barely saying a word. I attempted to make lunch for my two younger siblings - I could do basic cooking but had never made a cooked lunch before so it wasn't great but at least my siblings had something resembling a Christmas dinner. Stepfather didnt offer to help or want to eat with us. My mother eventually staggered downstairs at tea-time and then kicked off at me because there was no lunch made for her so the perfect end to the day was barricading myself in my room. Ho Ho Ho.

pinkpetal2 · 13/12/2020 23:35

My dad was pissed and cut my mums dinner into very tiny child safe pieces as he got confused over who's plate was what. My mum was crying over it.

It's hilarious now looking back 🤦🏽‍♀️.

Sunnydayhere · 13/12/2020 23:38

We had a string of stressful Christmases with my elderly parents.

We’d all go, 16 in total. My late father would lord it, fuss about candles, matches etc.

My mum scurried in the kitchen. We’d all take stuff but my sister and family were always late adding to the stress.

My Dad liked to discuss things but only on his terms. My son also liked to discuss things and would argue his case using evidence, examples and justification wheras my Dad was right because he was the oldest in the room. My son was late teens/early 20s.

It ended up being an annual argument as my Dad always took it personally. The other 7 grandchildren just kept quiet - they’d learnt!

Me, my wife, brother and sil used to quietly sort out the seating plan to keep these two apart. Even this didn’t always wok as my Dad would pick an argument across the table.

We stopped staying over and just stayed until mid evening - much less stressful!

Holothane · 13/12/2020 23:39

💐💐💐💐💐💐💐to all of you especially those who’ve lost loved ones,

Fishfingersandwichplease · 13/12/2020 23:47

Worse one will be when ex insisted we went to stay with his folks in a different country then arranged to go and play poker on xmas night and left me with his family. That was our last Christmas together!

80sColourfulChristmas · 13/12/2020 23:54

@PrincessNutNutRoast

Father sat at the head of the table like Lord Muck, ordering my mother in and out of the kitchen and snapping at everyone. Eventually started screaming at my mother over something, I shouted back, massive screaming match ensued, guests made hasty excuses and left beforr main was finished. Father disappeared upstairs, refusing to come down until we had all gone up to apologise to him, mother was wibbling all over the place enabling and encouraging his shit while siblings and I said we were quite happy for him to stay up there and brother made a point of finishing Dad's meal since he was saying he was never going to rejoin us. Siblings and I had dessert together while my mother continued wibbling around and enabling Dad rather than telling him to go fuck himself like she should have. Siblings and I cleared everything away and proceeded to get drunk on all the wine that parents and guests weren't going to drink while Dad screamed at Mum upstairs about how shit she was, how shit we were (especially me) and why he was the only righteous person in the family. Boxing Day rolled around, father was stalking around the house refusing to speak to anyone and I was wondering whether it was possible to wire up the fairy lights to just burn our whole fucking dysfunctional toxic house to the ground.

Fa la la la la la la la la.

🤣
BrieAndChilli · 13/12/2020 23:55

Surprisingly considering everything else that happened in my childhood I actually have fond memories of Christmas (apart from the one when I was I think 17 and my mum got drunk on Xmas Eve and fell into the Xmas tree and broke half the presents underneath it!)
My worst Christmas as an adult was probably the one when DS1 was born. Not because anything horrible happened but he was born a couple of days before Christmas and in our excitement to show him off to family we traipsed several hours down the motorway to spend Xmas at MILs, now she’s lovely and gave up her bed for us to be comfy etc but I had no idea how crap you feel after giving birth, bleeding out of one end, milk leaking everywhere, trying to establish breastfeeding, no idea what you are doing with baby and so to do that in someone else’s house and then running out of clothes as having to change them regularly due to the mentioned milk leakage etc. I wish we had stayed home and I did make sure after my other children that we stayed out for a few weeks and let people come to visit us!
There was also the Christmas that my sister and 1 year old nephew came to stay. Nephew brought a sick bug with him and my sister also decided to have laser eye surgery on Boxing Day! They ended up staying about a week as my sister couldn’t see or drive and was in loads of pain, cue trips to the hospital etc. My nephew passed the sock bug onto DH, my 3 kids and my sister so I was left to run round catching small children’s sock in bowls and cleaning up and washing loads of bedding/towels etc in rotation!!!!

Northernsoullover · 13/12/2020 23:55

Nothing too awful. We always spent Christmas Eve with my Auntie, food out, drinks. It was lovely. One year my eldest said he wasn't feeling too well. I was quite cheesed off as he was at the age where he would rather be playing games on devices rather than going out with boring old mum so thought he was swinging the lead. By 6pm he was puking. By 10pm my youngest was too. We spent Christmas eve sleeping in the lounge one on each sofa with a sick bowl each and me on the floor with in between the ruddy bowls. Ho fucking ho. Obviously Christmas day was a write off Xmas Sad

CoffeeBeansGalore · 13/12/2020 23:55

@CandyLeBonBon So sorry Flowers

ThatsAllFolks · 14/12/2020 00:02

Calm I'm so sorry for your loss. Big hug

whistlesandbells · 14/12/2020 00:02

I know this is off track but I still cringe when I think of my mother drunk telling me my father was impotent on Millennium eve.

Yep, it was a great one! Sheesh. Confused