Last week I had an early Christmas dinner with my family so my grandparents could celebrate with us too, as they don't live locally.

I arrived at the family home early, played some board games with my grandparents and helped my mum and sister with their hair and makeup.

My stepdad sat upstairs playing PlayStation. Nothing wrong with that, he likes to chill after work. But he was yelling/swearing at a game nonstop for 2+ hours. 

Later, when he was downstairs, I overhead him saying to my 15 year old brother, 'you really are a waste of space, aren't you.' Not in a joking way, in a I genuinely dislike you way.

We go out for dinner and at the table my mum brought up how 'awful' my sister's eyebrows/makeup used to be. My sister is visibly uncomfortable/upset with everyone chiming in about her sense of style and asks my mum to stop talking about it. She doesn't.

I said that as a general rule, criticism of someone's appearance should be asked for and not just blurted out. I could sense an argument brewing so I said, very pointedly, 'we're not talking about this now'.

The rest of the meal was fine besides a few obnoxious comments from my stepdad calling my brother a 'boring loser' and we head home to play games.

We're sat round a table getting ready to play games and pouring drinks and I ask if someone can pass me a cracker joke so I can send a photo of it to a friend who has a love/hate relationship with corny jokes.

My stepdad tells me to, 'get off your phone, you freak.' and keeps saying it. I childishly respond like, 'gEt OfF tHe PhOnE' 

He reaches over and smacks me in the head and I just lose it. I yelled at him, calling him a 'fucking idiot' and a 'miserable old cunt' who ruins every occasion with his bullshit.

I leave the table and he's trying to bait me, like 'aw, are you going to run away'. I decide it's best to call a taxi and dip as I'm so angry.

As I'm waiting my brother asks if he should go upstairs to see if I'm okay and my mum just says, 'No!' 

My grandma messages me the next day asking if I was okay. My mum messaged me two days later asking if I wanted a baking tray dropped round, completely ignoring anything that happened. 

Every year it's the same old drama. I cannot deal with such negative people for extended amounts of time.

I decided I wasn't going to bother going over on Christmas day and now everyone is up in arms.

AITA? 