Spent a week in a cabin with my dad, his ex, and her kid, and the friends we brought in the middle of God knows where, USA/practically hillbilly Canada. It was below freezing the whole time, like the kind of freezing that freezes the damn pipes so we had no running water the whole damn time and so we had to flush the toilet using dirty lake water and shower somewhere else. The cabin was also so damn small we couldn't escape from each other and I swear to God the ex had an alcohol/pill problem that just made the whole trip even better. Considering the night we got there I got lectured and made to feel like the family screw up over something stupid, I knew it was going to be the vacation from hell.
I forgot what the heck also happened, but there was just a day where my dad's ex made me feel so lousy and tore me a new one that I spent hours sobbing as my best friend just awkwardly stared at me and also kept telling me how much she wished she didn't come with us (which lol). Keep in mind that this was also after months of me being depressed about the state of my life and also months of me helping around the house while her kid sat back and didn't do shit. Anyway, that day was also coincidentally the only day my best friend and I got to be all alone for a couple of hours (I have no idea where the others were, probably buying more groceries) so I got to freely cry for three hours straight while making baked goods which was...fun.
I didn't think it could get any worse, but then on one of the last nights we were there, the ex has like two vodka drinks before dinner, another vodka drink at dinner, and she was also on all sorts of serious meds for some medical condition. We were all like...alright...you do you... whatever. It would've been all fine and dandy if she hadn't had some sort of drunken meltdown in the middle of the night about how she does "everything for everyone" because she decided to put away dishes while the rest of us were sitting on the couch, relaxing and having fun for once during that miserable trip. She starts screaming shit, her kid starts crying, and the friends her kid and I bought sorta just sat there probably wondering what they ever did to deserve for God to force this nightmare upon them. Dad more or less carries her to bed and has to tuck her in. The whole time she was hollering incoherently.
That trip was only like a week long but it felt like we were in hell together for over a month. And god, even when we finally went home, it took about a week for all of us to stop feeling like we'd been frozen to the bone.
Tl;dr: the snow + dad's crappy ex = three hour long sob fest over baked goods I was making as best friend awkwardly tried to comfort me and probably kept texting her parents, asking if there was anyway they could bring her home earlier.