How did your dysfunctional family spend their Christmas?!
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We faught over who got to play the Wii we got, and my brother ended up getting pushed into the Christmas tree and it broke. We had the tree for 18 years, and now it's un-fixable. My mother spent the day screaming at everybody, and my dad got drunk at 2 O' clock.
I spent the day hiding in my room.
Oh and my father bought me bright pink thermals. The top was size large, the bottom was size XXL. Haha. It was amusing.
I DONT KNOW ASK UR DAD
My mother is spending the holidays with my sister's family. Once again, Puddles was left out. I was all alone for Christmas.
My wife and inlaws all fought with each other so I went into the backyard and got drunk with the dogs! So you can say it was a typical Christmas.
my brother mother and brothers girlfriend spent xmas together. they most all hate each other. i went with hubby to my in-laws
well my mom and brother and sisters spent it together and fought about who was washing dishes afterward, i stayed home and yelled at my dad for not having dinner at his house instead he went to his brother's where HE knows I'm not going to go and it pissed me off.
I don't know - I didn't sign on here last night.
To the miscreant who gave me the thumb down - this IS my dysfunctional family! My regular family is too boring to be dysfunctional.
were do i begin, my bro got out on Christmas eve for not paying child support only to be put back in jail on christmas for getting so drunk that he urinated on my mom while she was asleep and to top it all off my 15yr old sister announced that she is pregnant with her 3rd child by our 1st cousin!!! other than that, i had a very Merry Christmas!! how bout you?
I have no idea. I stay away.
We celebrated my birthday.
i ran about the house modeling a hot pink midriff cut eeoyre t-shirt with my giant you know whats hanging out of the bottom. why must people try to buy others clothing for christmas?
Sitting around arguing and telling all the skeletons that should have stayed in the closet, or comparing each others lives , who's kids turned out better, They got mad and told who cheated on who then another girl came for my brother and my baby came in while everyone was eating and said Auntie@@@ some girl is here for your man and can you imagine the silence at the table, You cant divorce them so you gotta love them,
Okay, here it is, they spent their Christmas in their own dysfunctional homes and I in mine. Crappy, only if they chose not to like they're choices.
Well one x-mas when I was a kid, my step dad and his kids (all certified lunatics) were all drinking (never a good idea with lunatics) , and they took the Christmas tree out into the back yard and set it on fire, this was in the suburbs people. By mid-night my oldest drunken step brother had to be restrained with handcuffs we kept for just such occasions, and we had to call the people to come and get him. No joke, the guys in the white coats with the padded wagon really do exist, I have seen them with my own eyes. At two am we heard my other step brother screaming outside. The whole house ran out into the snow to find him in his underwear screaming that there were snakes everywhere, and he wasn't going back into the house it took a good 45 min to calm him down. Good times, good times.
My sister and sister-in-law made the party for a time when I had to work and everyone was supposed to know that I wouldn't be able to show up until after 7:30 p.m. and they all got there around 5, and by the time I got there,two of my sisters, including the one planning the party, had left and my mom was just about to leave. I was ticked that they didn't make the effort to stay and at least see me for a minute or two. I got "leftover" exchange presents and someone else's exchange ornament. I can't wait until I get to be the matriarch and have the party my way with just my and my husband's kids.
well i do absolutely nothing on xmas every year. both my parents pretty much hate each other, and then theres just me, so we all split up, go to separate ends of the house and try to avoid each other for the day. the only part of xmas i like is this old church not too far away from my house that i go late in the evening when it's deserted. i'm not religious, spiritual perhaps and i find peace there.