I can't remember my family ever having a Christmas fight and we're as dysfunctional as any.

Fights in my family are mostly about a resource: Time.

"When can you come and see me?"

Of course this has to be when it's completely convenient for them and not for me... Also I am not given the luxury of asking the same question.

There is plenty of the Judgy judge judge thing going on too... but only from the inlaws.

I never had Christmas family fights, but I stopped going to my Dad's families events because they are the picture of middle class white republican racist. After a couple glasses of wine they'll be talking about 'those people' (referring to blacks. They seemed to think it was okay if they never mentioned their race and only implied it), gays, or democrats are ruining the country.

As the night goes on they'll get loader and cruder about it.

No one in my family drinks. Oh, sure, we still have passive aggressive arguments, judgy judge aunts, and an axe wielding uncle (only the once, but in front of a 6- and a 4- year old) But there is no liquor or wine or anything to numb the fun.

Good ol baptists.

Keigh: No one in my family drinks. Oh, sure, we still have passive aggressive arguments, judgy judge aunts, and an axe wielding uncle (only the once, but in front of a 6- and a 4- year old) But there is no liquor or wine or anything to numb the fun.

Good ol baptists.

Wait, what?

kid_icarus: TFA author needs to learn from good, mannerly southern families. We don't have open fights on the holidays. We smile at each other graciously...through gritted teeth and barely concealed contempt, slicing away at each other with the cheese graters of passive aggressive condescension and judgement. Then we all go home and drink.

yeah, like this, minus that tiny detail of drinkin. Except me of course. I go home and smoke and drink.

/hey how you doin?
//(im a geologist)
///yes, i know

WindBreaker: I look forward to Christmas with the In-Laws. Big Catholic family, raised in a 3-bedroom home = squabbles aplenty when they get together. Favorite one was when one of the sisters, who was preggers at the time, was heating something up in the microwave. Another sister made the comment that she doesn't trust microwave ovens, they often leak radiation and when she was pregnant with her kids, she never stood less than 10 feet away from any microwave oven. Microwavin' Mama shot back, "Maybe so, but you smoked like a chimney and drank like a fish. Only reason you ever put a blanket over your kids when they were nursing was to keep your ashes out of their ears."

The ladies had to be physcially restrained. Which, honestly, was part of the fun.


/Hot like a cigarette.

ryant123: and an axe wielding uncle (only the once, but in front of a 6- and a 4- year old

Oh that? It was a classic thanksgiving at Funnybrooks Farm, thanks for asking.

So my cousin, her husband, the two kids and I decided to walk down from Grandma's house to Uncle's barn, where he and his soon to be ex are packing up their belongings. Also dressing deer. Uncle sees my cousin's husband and comes storming out of the workshop screaming about how he wasn't welcome on his property and still owed my Uncle money (for his four-wheeler that was only slightly damaged by the husband some three or four years prior, for which my Grandpa footed the repair bill anyway and Uncle was never actually out a dime). Literally my uncle is fuming, screaming, in the face of my cousin's husband, while he has his four year old boy on his shoulders and 6 year old girl at his knee. My cousin and I can't calm the Uncle down (he used to be my favorite, the cool, normal uncle) and suddenly he sticks his hand in his pocket, takes it out empty, then bolts into his workshop full of tools and comes out waving an axe in our faces until we take the kids back to the house about 100 feet away.
I tell you it was so lovely to hear my little cousin's son call the barn "where the scary man is".
No one believed us, by the way, and Uncle disappeared to a hotel for the rest of the day and night.

Oh, what was in his pocket, you ask? Just a pistol.

yeah. he nearly pulled a pistol on farking family, and children. For a bill that has been paid and forgiven by the actual person who paid it.

/Crazy family fight stories thread, GO!

DaJesus: Bunnyhat: I never had Christmas family fights, but I stopped going to my Dad's families events because they are the picture of middle class white republican racist. After a couple glasses of wine they'll be talking about 'those people' (referring to blacks. They seemed to think it was okay if they never mentioned their race and only implied it), gays, or democrats are ruining the country.

As the night goes on they'll get loader and cruder about it.

So it is wrong for them to judge people on race, income or political persuasion, but you are free to paint with a broad brush? Maybe both of you need to stop judging.


You should go ahead and bold all of it and not just the parts you feel like. Selective quoting to bring something into the context you want so you biatch is just lazy.

I said they are the picture of what white middle class Republican racists are. I didn't say all white middle class Republicans are racist. Reading comprehension is key.

kid_icarus: I actually don't date a geologist, I just stalk one on Fark.

If you feel like expanding, I'm available for stalking.