One year, we decided to pass the new year eve in an uncle’s house at some god forsaken hole with our dog. After a neverending trip during wich our dog farted in the car, we finally arrive. The said uncle was a radical ecologist, wich is not a problem per se, except when his only conversation subject is about the ecological collapse, not the ideal subject for a good atmosphere, with in addition to that my sister’s BF, who was with us, doing his Mr. know-it-all show. Then we went to sleep, and i realize that i forgot my earplugs. No luck, everyone in my family was snoring very loudly, including the dog. Result: i didn’t sleep at all and looked pretty much like a zombie the next morning.
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I had a really bad panic attack and had to go to the hospital. I was stuck there for 8+ hours and it just sucked
My parrot died christmas morning 3 years ago
Probably the one where my dad died two days before Xmas. The upside was being last minute invited into my extended family’s celebrations. After spending two days in hospitals, in shock and mourning walking into a warm, cheery home with food and love will always be a cherished memory in what was otherwise the worst episode of my life.
Probably watching the New York Time Square countdown in new year of 2021
Literally just empty, like some post-apocalyptic movie
made me have a mini-existential crisis
My toddler had a respiratory issue several days before Christmas. Hospitalized for a few days. Released a few days before Christmas. We got home. Pipes froze that very day, for several days. So no water in the house. We were supposed to travel, but due to the hospital and weather were stuck home, so we had to scramble to get a few Xmas things together for the kids. Luckily midway through Xmas, the pipes finally thawed - Christmas miracle, we could shower.
The year I got whooping cough (as an adult) a few days before Xmas; spent the entire day, and months after, coughing until I fainted.
I’m predicting the upcoming Christmas is going to be, since it’s the first one I’m going to be in without access to a single loved one.
Don’t go to Times Square for NYE. Not once for the experience. Zero times because you read about just how bad of a decision that is. 0.
Same with London fireworks. Not worth it. Kids and women especially. l
One Christmas when I was like seven years old, my great aunt Ruth stayed with our family. She was a nun and for some reason this meant that, on principle, we had to attend Christmas mass at the proper time (Christmas morning) and we were not allowed to open any presents until mass was over.
The sermon was over three hours, I had a cheap casio watch and was timing it.
I got invited to a new years party thrown by a coworker. My gf had to work that evening, so she dropped me off on her way to work and was going to pick me up after her shift. This way I could drink and not have to worry about driving.
When I get there hang out and have a beer. Then my my coworker pulled the, “hey your good with computers right.” After spending an hour or two fixing his computer, I went to join the party. I didn’t know anyone there and no one would really even talk to me. Except this one huge guy who just kept wanting to fight me.
I spent most of the night sitting outside drinking by myself just waiting for my gf to get off work and pick me up. While waiting for her I drank more than I should have and as soon as we got home I spent the rest of the night puking.
Not even that bad, but the first new years eve, where my parents let my oldest brother drink all he wanted, kind of as a “you’ll regret that” type of lesson in not always going hog wild on drinking. The part that sucked was I got trapped in the bathroom because he threw up all over the whole entire floor pretty much.
Wait, did I get this right – you were in the bathroom with him and he blocked you from exiting by essentially starting a game of “the floor is vomit”?
Pretty much
I was using the toilet and he came in for some reason or another and just starting throwing up from all the alcohol. I don’t remember much of it since it’s been I think a little over a decade, but I was absolutely trapped because I didn’t wanna be stepping in throw up.
The year we all got the flu, probably, and threw up homemade tiramisu.
But it was only that. We don’t celebrate the holidays that heavily, me being Jewish. The most this year will be I’ll make the three of us some Cornish game hens as a treat.
Worst one since I cut ties with my family was my worst-ever flare up of stress-induced GI issues that turned into intermittent vomiting episodes lasting from christmas eve until I went to the ER on new year’s day a few hours after midnight, ruined a little roadtrip my fiancee and I planned. Plus my work had just switched (worsened) our health insurance providers (effective at midnight jan 1) so getting that sorted out was a nightmare too.
Ones with my family idr, really. The norm was a mess of alcohol, gaslighting, and badly-veiled contempt for everyone (present, not present, unfortunate enough to be a stranger passing by, etc) usually with extremely disorienting travel involved. Even the cyclical vomiting is preferable.
This was many years ago. Went to the GFs parents. They were Chinese, so we went to a legit Chinese restaurant to celebrate. I don’t recall there being any gifts.
They spoke English but didn’t speak a word of it while I was there for 3 days.
I was a kid, I wanna say fifth grade? Anyway, I had to wake up at the crack of dawn to drive to my dad’s mom’s house. I hated both that woman and the house. We made it there around ten or so. Then my dad excused himself, like, a hour after we arrived, leaving my mom and me with his mom, who hated us both in equal measure for ruining her son’s life.
He didn’t come back until well past midnight.
I had fallen asleep in the couch and woke up to the fight in the living room. My mother was devastated, and hurt that he left us (he was our ride home), and that it was for drugs or whatever hood shit he was up to. Even after we packed up in the car, he made a pit stop to pick up some drugs for the road and my mother was sobbing in the car. I was trying to comfort but I made it worse, so I just held her hand from the back seat.
They screamed and fought in the car for nearly an hour. I was terrified he was going to pull us into traffic because he was getting so angry. We ended up pulling over and my mom sobbed in the gas station parking lot, screaming at him to just give a fuck. He walked off to smoke and I was able to calm my my down because she could see I was freaking out and she loved me more than she hated him and calmed herself down in my behalf.
The ride home was silent. We got home and it was nearly dawn. My mom made me a snack and then sent me to bed. I didn’t fall asleep for a few hours because I was worried he would do something to my mom. When I was sure he was out, I went to sleep.
Highlight: They got me an Enya CD (don’t judge me) so the initial ride there was actually quite nice. My mom was actually very excited that morning. She was excited to have a family Christmas.
