I had always dreamed of a perfect Christmas. This year was supposed to be the one where it all came true, as I was finally going to be a part of Liam’s family. I was so excited to start this new chapter of our lives together, completely unaware that this holiday would actually be the beginning of the end.
Every family has their own little quirks, and Liam’s was no exception. They always seemed to share these private jokes and playful banter that I couldn’t quite understand, but I never imagined those quirks would eventually leave me wondering if I should even be a part of their family at all.
When I first met Liam at that little coffee shop downtown last spring, I was instantly drawn to his infectious humor. He was the type of person who would draw silly faces on coffee sleeves and leave jokes for the baristas.
I was the quiet one, the one who would order my usual vanilla latte with a polite smile and watch him. Our differences seemed charming then; he brought a sense of spontaneity to my structured world, and I brought stability to his chaos.
Seven months ago, he proposed in typical Liam fashion, hiding the ring inside a fortune cookie at our favorite Chinese restaurant. I nearly choked when I saw it, but that was just Liam—always the prankster, always looking for a laugh. “Will you marry me?” he asked, looking straight into my eyes. “Yes!” I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world, unaware that I would soon deeply regret that decision.
A few days before Christmas, I carefully wrapped the presents I had bought for Liam and his family. I was a nervous wreck but so excited for my first Christmas with them. Memories of my own past family Christmases flooded my mind—I remembered how my mom once surprised everyone with handcrafted photo albums filled with twenty years of pictures. My dad actually cried. My sister Sarah always got everyone personalized jewelry. We expressed love through thoughtful, often expensive gifts.
“Do you think they’ll like these?” I asked Sarah over FaceTime, holding up a designer scarf I’d bought for Liam’s mom, Paula. “Two hundred dollars for a scarf? Mia, you’re going all out!” Sarah laughed. “But hey, first Christmas with the future in-laws. Go big or go home, right?”
I had spent weeks choosing the perfect gifts. I bought a limited edition watch for Liam’s dad because he collected them. I got the latest gaming console for his brother Stephan, complete with three games he’d mentioned. I found a custom-made leather jacket for Liam and fancy cooking tools for Paula.
“Remember your first Christmas with Jake’s family?” I asked Sarah. “Were you this nervous?” “Oh my god, yes!” she said. “But look at me and my mother-in-law now. We get mani-pedis together every month! Dad’s words are what made me win her heart. He always told us to give thoughtful presents and be kind. I guess that’s what helped me build a strong bond.” That made me smile; Dad’s wisdom had never steered us wrong.
A few days later, I loaded everything into my car. I thought about my family’s tradition of wearing matching pajamas and singing carols in the most hideous way, wondering what Liam’s traditions would be like. The drive to their big Victorian home was picturesque, with fresh snow and twinkling lights everywhere. It looked like a Christmas card.
But the moment I walked through their front door, something felt off. Paula greeted me with a smile that seemed forced. Stephan barely looked up from his phone, and Liam’s dad just nodded while watching TV. “Mia’s here, guys!” Liam announced, noticing they were almost ignoring me. The response was a chorus of half-hearted hellos and fake smiles. “Let me help you with those gifts,” Paula offered, eyeing my pile of wrapped presents with an odd interest. I didn’t think much of it and went to bed early.
Christmas Day started awkwardly and only got worse. In the kitchen, Paula kept “fixing” everything I tried to do. “Oh, honey, that’s not how we do it here,” became her catchphrase. Every joke I made during board games fell flat, while their inside jokes went right over my head. “Remember when Mom got the turkey stuck in the dishwasher?” Stephan said, and they all burst out laughing while I sat there like an outsider. “Or that time Dad tried to deep-fry the green beans!” Liam added, leading to more hysterical laughter. Even watching movies was strange; they had a drinking game for It’s a Wonderful Life that involved taking shots at moments that seemed random to me. “You’ll catch on eventually,” Liam assured me, and I just smiled.
“Come on, everyone!” Paula called out after dinner. “It’s time to open the gifts!” Under their enormous tree, I noticed eighteen packages with my name on them. Eighteen! My heart skipped a beat. “Ladies first,” Paula announced with that same strange smile. “Since Mia’s our special guest, she should start.”
With trembling fingers, I opened the first gift. My excitement turned to instant confusion as I pulled out a lump of coal. Actual coal. I forced a laugh, waiting for the real gift. “Open another one!” Liam encouraged. Stephan pulled out his phone to record me. One by one, I opened all eighteen presents. Coal. Every single one was a piece of coal.
With each package, their laughter grew louder, while my heart sank lower. “Welcome to the family!” Paula exclaimed. “We do this to all the newcomers!” “Remember when we did this to Uncle Bill’s wife?” Stephan wheezed. “She cried!” I felt my face burning with anger. I stood up without a word and rushed to Liam’s old bedroom. He followed me a few seconds later.
“How could you think this was okay?” I confronted him. “I spent so much time and money choosing thoughtful gifts, and they… they did this?” “Come on, babe, it’s just a joke,” he said, rolling his eyes. “My family’s always done this. It’s how we welcome people! Even Mom got coal during her first Christmas.” “Seriously, Liam? You allowed them to give me eighteen pieces of coal? After I spent weeks picking out perfect gifts for them?” “That’s what makes it funny!” he chuckled. “Look, you need to learn to take a joke. This is how we show love.”
“Is this what you call love?” I asked. Something inside me snapped. I walked back to the living room where they were still chuckling. “I don’t deserve to be treated like this,” I announced, my voice shaking but firm. “If you think humiliating me during the holidays is funny, then maybe we should reconsider whether it’s worth celebrating together in the future.” The room fell silent as I grabbed my coat and left.
That night, my phone exploded. Paula insisted I was being overly sensitive. Liam’s dad called me immature. “You’re ruining the family tradition!” Stephan texted. Then Liam called with news that made me pause. “The power’s out,” he said. “We’re sitting here in the dark and cold. Mom’s dinner is ruined, and Dad can’t watch his movie.” “Sounds like karma to me,” I replied calmly. “How dare you say that?” he exploded. “After everything we did to make you feel welcome—”
That’s when it hit me. This wasn’t love. This wasn’t family. This was mean-spirited bullying dressed up as tradition. “Liam,” I interrupted, twisting the engagement ring on my finger. “I think we need to talk about the engagement.” “What do you mean?” “I’m ending it,” I said firmly. “I can’t marry into a family that thinks it’s funny to humiliate people.” “You’re breaking up with me over a Christmas joke?” his voice cracked. “We can fix this. We’ll give you your real presents tomorrow—” “There aren’t any real presents, are there, Liam?” His silence told me everything I needed to know. “That’s what I thought,” I said. “I’ll mail your ring back tomorrow.”
I ended the call and felt strangely peaceful. The next morning, he dropped off all the expensive presents I’d bought for his family at my place. I didn’t keep them; I returned them and donated the money to the local women’s shelter. I felt heartbroken, but relieved. I knew I’d never be a part of a family with such humiliating traditions again.
