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When you think of christmas, you probably think of family spending time together and gifts and being happy, am I right? Well this year my family really nailed the whole christmas thing right on the head.
To understand the situation you need to know that my parents are in the middle of a divorce, honestly they have hit a wall. They are living separately and this is the first Christmas like this, things are going to go well don't you think? Anyhow, Christmas eve my brother and I spent with my dad at his house, it was wonderful. things were going well when we all went to bed and morning just came way too soon. In the morning my brother and I left to go to my mother's home. Things went smoothly until the afternoon when we went to my grandmothers...
We were all there from my grandparents to my aunt and uncles family, the only person missing was my dad. okay, weird already for me. So we do what we always do and we eat and then open gifts. It was after gifts that things got rocky, me and my brother were talking and my mom blocked us in a room and started yelling at us for everything from my gifts being subpar to my brother no longer being allowed to go to his dads house. WHAT THE HELL, IT'S CHRISTMAS. YOU DON'T FUCKING SAY THAT TO YOUR SON BECAUSE YOU ARE ANGRY! Then my brother, reasonably, got pissed. This was not the time, day, or place for this, everybody could hear what was going on, I didn't want to be a part of it. So then I was going to leave and she started in on me again and all I got out of it was that I'm basically a worthless daughter and I'm terrible and she wants nothing to do with me anymore. I've had no contact from her since and I don't expect any in the future. Christmas has forever been ruined. Luckily I was able to save the evening because a friend and I went to a movie and it was a good time, for the most part. Oh, but when I got home the night still wasn't over... why end christmas on a positive note? I got a phone call, my friends house was broken into and she was robbed and she needed me there because she was scared and had to take inventory to know what was missing. The poor dear, so I had to go over there to help her. And that is how I spent Christmas night. Christmas sucks.
To understand the situation you need to know that my parents are in the middle of a divorce, honestly they have hit a wall. They are living separately and this is the first Christmas like this, things are going to go well don't you think? Anyhow, Christmas eve my brother and I spent with my dad at his house, it was wonderful. things were going well when we all went to bed and morning just came way too soon. In the morning my brother and I left to go to my mother's home. Things went smoothly until the afternoon when we went to my grandmothers...
We were all there from my grandparents to my aunt and uncles family, the only person missing was my dad. okay, weird already for me. So we do what we always do and we eat and then open gifts. It was after gifts that things got rocky, me and my brother were talking and my mom blocked us in a room and started yelling at us for everything from my gifts being subpar to my brother no longer being allowed to go to his dads house. WHAT THE HELL, IT'S CHRISTMAS. YOU DON'T FUCKING SAY THAT TO YOUR SON BECAUSE YOU ARE ANGRY! Then my brother, reasonably, got pissed. This was not the time, day, or place for this, everybody could hear what was going on, I didn't want to be a part of it. So then I was going to leave and she started in on me again and all I got out of it was that I'm basically a worthless daughter and I'm terrible and she wants nothing to do with me anymore. I've had no contact from her since and I don't expect any in the future. Christmas has forever been ruined. Luckily I was able to save the evening because a friend and I went to a movie and it was a good time, for the most part. Oh, but when I got home the night still wasn't over... why end christmas on a positive note? I got a phone call, my friends house was broken into and she was robbed and she needed me there because she was scared and had to take inventory to know what was missing. The poor dear, so I had to go over there to help her. And that is how I spent Christmas night. Christmas sucks.