Last Saturday after work, my husband and I went to a family gathering. My sister and her husband and our parents were already there waiting for us.

At first, everything felt normal. We were sitting together, talking, nothing seemed off. Then the four of us (me and my husband, and my sister with her husband) went to our family cottage. They were drinking, relaxing — I was completely sober, just drinking water.

At some point, my husband and my sister’s husband stepped away to talk about cars. I stayed with my sister, and we were just chatting like usual. No tension, no conflict.

But the moment we all sat back down together, everything changed.

Out of nowhere, her husband started going at me aggressively, asking why I was “messing with my husband’s head,” in a really hostile, confrontational tone. It felt completely unprovoked.

I stayed calm and told him that everything between me and my husband is fine now and that whatever issues we had are in the past.

Instead of backing off, he doubled down — raising his voice, insulting me, getting more and more aggressive while everyone was just sitting there.

At that point, I snapped and told him to f*** off.

That’s when it escalated instantly.

He lunged at me. My husband and my sister tried to hold him back, but he still managed to smash his head into my face.

I was shocked. I started crying — not even from the pain, but from how suddenly everything turned violent.

And somehow it didn’t stop there.

Instead of helping me, my sister grabbed me by the hair and wouldn’t let go, like I was the problem that needed to be controlled.

Then she actually said this was my fault.

That honestly hurt more than the hit itself.

At that point, I was done. I said I don’t want anything to do with them anymore, I won’t sit at the same table with them again, and I refused to be the godmother of their child.

That’s when my sister started crying — over me refusing, not over what just happened.

Everything turned into a huge fight after that.

Update: adding more context.

My sister and her husband are saying all of this is because of something that happened 2 years ago, so I’ll explain.

Back then, the three of us were out at a club, everything was fine, we were just having fun. At some point they started arguing, and he hit her. She started crying and went home. I stayed because I wanted to stand up for my sister. I ended up confronting him, I was really angry, and I also hit him.

Now to the current situation.

We were supposed to go to the dacha. They still wanted to drink, so I bought whiskey for them and just water for myself. We were sitting at the table like this: my sister on my left, me in the middle, and my husband on my right.

After about 30 minutes, they went to the car to talk about some car/tools stuff because our car had broken down. I stayed with my sister and told her I’ve been thinking about going to a psychologist because of childhood trauma.

Then we all sat back at the table — and out of nowhere her husband started yelling at me, saying I’m “messing with my husband’s head.” I was completely shocked because my relationship with my husband is actually fine now (we had issues before but worked through them).

He kept yelling, and I told him to fuck off because I didn’t want to listen to it. He suddenly got up and came at me. My husband tried to hold him back, but I stepped forward and that’s when he managed to hit me.

I started crying and yelling that I never want to see them again. My husband didn’t even realize I had already been hit at first — he came to calm me down, then went to confront him. I didn’t want things to escalate, so I tried to hold my husband back myself.

I just wanted to leave, but my sister grabbed me by the hair and neck and wouldn’t let me go, saying I was drunk and that everything was my fault (I hadn’t been drinking at all, just water).

Meanwhile my husband was talking to her husband, asking him to apologize. I didn’t even want to hear it at that point.

Then my sister finally let me go and started pushing everyone — me and my husband — screaming that we were all getting on her nerves.