Ok, so, SIL's DH is a Superbad alcoholic. She's not too far behind him. Tonight we were out at MIL's for Xmas eve dinner and, as expected, BIL is shiit faced. Normally, I could care less, because I could care less about him, but tonight...ooooh, tonight...I could have strangled him. He kept shouting at DS, "what the f", over and over and over. He has broken record syndrome when he's trashed. Then at one point he called DS a bastard and at another point he told my 14 month old DD to go to hell. Really??? You're THAT fuckked up that you don't realize your shouting profanity at babies?? SIL just tried to joke it off and told him to shut up. He didn't. She didn't make him. DH told him to cool it and he still continued. I wanted to tear his blurry eyes out but there is a long history of drama with the ILs and I just wanted to go home rather than start WWXIV with them...again. I got so upset, I just told DH that we needed to leave. And we did. I will never, ever be in the same room with that POS.