I am still devastated over an incident at a family party 6 months on and could do with some help or advice to help me stop obsessing and try and move on. Thank you. OK, long story so settle in...
At the event, there ended up being a fisticuffs falling out between DH and his brother and it appears we’ve been cut off from that side of the family. DH says his brother is dead to him and BIL called me a shit mum and some other unpleasant things, so that’s that.
Basically, I was pretty merry and in high spirits (I took a stumble over a balloon on the dance floor) but at about midnight I sat down and dropped off asleep in the corner. This offended BIL, who found DH outside having a fag with his cousin (he was also merry, not pissed, we had DS with us) told him to sort his ‘pissed up c*nt’ wife and that I was a shit mum and he was a crap dad. DH reacted to this and fisticuffs ensued.
DS was inside playing with other kids and with family so enjoying himself and was not neglected at any time. We were dancing to baby shark together! BIL & SIL then refused to let DS come home with us as we are ‘unfit parents’ and forcibly took him away, sobbing. We were a two minute walk from home. Put it this way, I was sober enough to remove make up, earrings, have a water etc when I got home and didn’t have a hangover the next day, so you know, I was clearly wasted 🤔. I asked around the next day in case my memory is shot and I’d vomited onto the buffet table or something (!) and everyone says I was just being a bit funny (as in ha ha) on the dancefloor before having a snooze. Am utterly devastated even after all this time.
I am a massive introvert, loathe confrontation and have loved his family like my own blood for 25 years. My anxiety is through the roof. I am having panic attacks at the thought of bumping into them at the shops etc.
I do accept I was probably more tipsy than I should’ve been - had been running around all day and not had time to eat much, and the fatigue from an auto immune condition I have really battered me, but all I’d had was a shared bottle of Prosecco with one of DH’s cousins 😔
And now I have caused a massive family rift. I’m such a fuck up.
It was my birthday this week and not that I expected anything, but not even a text from my niece or nephew has really, really hurt.
Tellingly, given BIL & SIL were so concerned about DS they have made no contact to even ask after him in the six months since.
DH is completely on our side and wants nothing more to do with any of them.
Please help. With birthdays and Christmas coming up it just feels so raw still. Despite it all, I miss them, but can’t see a way forward.