Given a post that is a real-life anecdote of a complex ethical situation and an associated claim about its type, verify if the claim is true or not. The claim asks if the posts are historical or hypothetical. The posts are "HISTORICAL" when the author has already done something and they are "HYPOTHETICAL" when the author is considering doing something in the future. Say 'yes' if the claim is true otherwise say 'no'
Q: CLAIM : The following post is HISTORICAL. POST : Please help me figure out if I'm the asshole in this situation. I sure feel like one, my friends tell me I'm not one, but I'm hoping for input from outside sources.

I wasn't able to make it to my family's house for Boxing Day because I had to work, so they decided to do a Christmas/birthday celebration this Sunday. Every time I go over to their house (2 hour drive from me, or an hour long ferry ride that's about $40 there and back since I take my car) since my grandpa and uncle died 5 years ago, it's been weird and depressing. 

The weird and depressing part mostly centers around my aunt. She likes to dominate the conversation, but dominates it by talking about her grief counseling, her now ex-boyfriend who became deeply involved in the Sasquatch community and cheated on her and just general whining and complaining about anything and everything. It makes my dad and his significant other visibly irritated and my grandma tries to cater to her. My aunt and my dad's SO always end up in some sort of minor conflict, because eventually she tells my aunt to quit ruining the mood, and no one else in my family is willing to voice to her that she's being a huge bummer. I just sit there and stare at my phone, because I have nothing to add to the conversation and the only thing people ever want to talk to me about is my job, but when I do end up talking about my job, nobody is particularly interested (why would they be? No one wants to hear about my tenant's not paying rent or a recent insurance claim I had to file for 10k worth of water damage). My uncle doesn't make the situation much better, because he is a born again Christian who loves bringing up Jesus at every opportunity. My family has a habit of talking over one and other, not actually listening to anything that anyone is saying and it's frustrating for me to deal with, as there's one or another event happening every month that I'm expected to attend, since I'm the only grandchild. Every time I'm there it's just sort of sad to be around, and I have to spend the entire day from 8:00am until 7:00pm taking a long drive, paying for gas/toll roads or ferry fare and then sitting around and listening to everyone talk at each other, and to watch my dad be obviously on edge. Also, in the past five years, they stopped cooking meals for these get togethers and just order a bunch of Little Caesar's pizzas. 

I'm on call 24 hours a day and I'm also chronically ill. It's so easy for me to make an excuse to not go because "something at work came up" or "I'm having muscle spasms and can't drive 120 miles", but I've used those excuses to get out of the last two gatherings and have gotten texts from my aunt about how "disappointed" she was that I didn't show up. 

I just quit a job where I was working 4 tens, so I'm readjusting to only Saturday/Sunday off, and my weekends are super valuable to me, I like to sleep in until noon, watch Netflix, read and hang out with my dog. I'm a super introverted person, weekends are a time for me to "recharge" before I go back to work, and these events are always really draining on me. It's much easier when they have family stuff at my dad's house, since it's about a 30 minute drive from mine and I can go for a couple hours, he cooks great food, I can bring my dog and then head home. 

Am I taking my family for granted? They're not bad people, they're just hard to be around sometimes but not for any "real" reasons. Am I an asshole for just telling them I don't want to go? 

tl;dr: my family lives far away from me and they are depressing to be around. I work a ton and want to spend my weekends relaxing at home instead of spending one of my two days off driving for four hours to be in a depressing situation and eat Little Caesar's pizza.  
A: 
no