I get along well with my extended family, but it wasnt always the case. I grew up down the street from my cousins and everyone got together every month or so for one reason or another. My aunt is very nice to me, and always makes a point to go out of her way to ask me about wedding planning, how the fiance is doing, etc. However it wasnt always the case. She used to think I was a bad influence on her kids. I think what sealed the deal was when I was about 12 and my cousin was 10, we were at my great grandmother's funeral. Afterwards, we went back to my great grandmother's brother's (great great uncle?) house for a gathering. My cousin and I were bored as kids that age usually are, decided to play in the basement. I cant remember what we started playing, but we ended up playing "Hostage Crisis." I tied my cousin to one of the support beams in the basement with a dress shirt and fed him pretzels that were covered in dirt. He was fine with it and was having fun. After about 15 minutes of that, my mom called me up to get food. i ran up the stairs and immediately forgot about my cousin, so he stayed in the basement tied to the support beam. My aunt started frantically looking for him and I told him he must still be in the basement. She gave me a puzzled look and ran down there and screamed. She untied him quickly, ran up the stairs, gave me an ear-fucking in front of my entire family (including my mom who did not take kindly to other people yelling at her kids) and their whole family left. My uncle just gave me a wink as he walked out the door with them as he tried to contain his laughter. This was about 1 week before Thanksgiving. Since they had everyone over the previous year, it was out turn to host and after some apologies and discussions, we thought the matter had been settled. Well, Thanksgiving rolls around and they dont show up for dinner. They just didnt show up. We called them to see when theyd be coming down but they said that my aunt "was tired" and that they werent feeling up to it. Easily my uncle and the kids could have walked down the 1/5 mile to our house themselves, but nope. So there we were with enough food for 13 to split between 6 people. That soured the relationship between the families quite a bit for a few years. Eventually when my uncle got sick and subsequently my sister, all of the past grudges melted away and we now act like they never happened. Focus: How are your family interactions around the holidays? Any interesting tales of disfunction?