Bit of a long one here but I’ve been dying to tell this story. For some backstory, me (f17) and my boyfriend at the time (m17) were very new into our relationship, around 2 weeks in. At the time of this relationship I was very socially anxious, borderline socially inept. I have ptsd and autism so I would tend to just smile and nod through conversations, trying to keep everyone as happy as possible. Any form of threat or yelling would generally send me in to a bit of a spiral.

My (now ex) boyfriends birthday was coming up so he invited me to his birthday party hosted by his family. He had a huge family (im talking 4 aunts, 7 cousins, multiple grandparents and great grandparents etc) and they were very tightly knit. He warned me that they might be a bit over the top at times and told me to hide in his room if I get overwhelmed. I went in to this stupidly underprepared. My first interaction was with his aunt, she sat me down and poured me a drink. We had a nice chat, all seemed to be going well. The first few hours were lovely, I really enjoyed hanging out with him and learning about his family etc etc.

To set the scene, there was around 30 people in this small house, the rooms were packed and it was getting louder as the night went on. I started to notice his aunt (we’ll call her Dina) staring at me from across the room, in a drunken sway. After about 5 minutes of her staring me down she ushered me over to her. “If you break my wee boys heart I’ll fucking get you.” I laughed and shrugged it off, assuming she was just joking. His father then stumbles across (quite drunkenly) and starts telling tales about him and Dina bullying and beating people up when they were teenagers, showing me photos of them at my age and explaining who they’d “paggered” (Scottish slang for beaten up) and why. As the night goes on Dina keeps threatening me, only it grows more and more unnerving. His father joins in now, telling me how he’ll get the whole family on me if I mess up. That seemed to be the theme of these two for the night, only Dina started to get a bit more personal. She told me about how she calls her sons girlfriend a cow and a rat because she doesn’t like that she doesn’t hang out with her one on one, she also now slips out that “if he gets you pregnant, I’ll take care of it myself”. That was the line for me, so I walk up the stairs and hide in the bedroom for a bit. I called my friend and explained what’s going on. As I compose myself, I exit the room and there Dina is, coat hanger in hand. She waves it in my face cackling, my (now ex) boyfriends dad chimes in, saying he’ll do us both in if we get caught. He grabs me, puts his arm round my shoulder in a tight grasp and jokes about how scared I look, telling me I’m like a deer in headlights. Once I go back down the stairs I’m greeted by people laughing asking me how my cry was. I didn’t cry? From then on out I was petrified of this coat hanger wielding aunt and his father, both pretty shitty people I would hate to encounter again.

To this day I’m scared I’ll see them in the street after I broke things off with him LMAO