OP, sorry for your shitty Christmas. It happens. Obviously, you weren't prepared for your bf's family's Christmas and you could have done with a heads-up.

Well, my previous 2 Christmases were stinkers.

2 years ago, we were all ready to go, did the veg prep, sorted presents all late night on Christmas eve, then at 430 on Christmas morning, I had to take my 1-year-old son to hospital with a viral wheeze. We didn't leave hospital until 630pm and our Christmas was hideously delayed.

Last year, I crashed my car on Christmas eve morning (with the Christmas Dinner in the front boot, which was promptly launched in to a farmers field). Luckily, I survived the crash (if you look at the pictures of the car on my profile, you'll see what I mean by lucky) and the wife managed to get a replacement Dinner. We got through Christmas ok, but then my father died on boxing day. Then we all caught covid 2 days after that.

This year, we've been walking on eggshells and keep getting faithful nods. Our oldest daughter cut her eye on her sisters bed, we've all had colds and I fell off my son's hoverboard on to my wife, injuring us both. It's all superficial, though because we've bounced back in the knowledge that they are small things compared to the last 2 years.