Now for a nice little Christmas story:
Over the holidays I spent my nights sleeping on the floor while mice skittered about. I don't care what anyone says. When you here little claws scratching around in the darkness you can't help but jerk out of any sort of peaceful slumber you might have been falling into.
During the days I watched a domestic dispute slowly boil from the day I arrived at the place where my mother lived because apparently her boyfriend (like every other boyfriend she has ever had) was jealous of her relationship with her children. I run through several plans with information such as where the firearms are in the house in case violence breaks out. He's a big guy and I'm not, by comparison.
Somehow we make it to Christmas. My sister has gone $200 dollars over her $100 limit on spending, officially raking in more than I have gotten for my birthday and Christmas combined for the last two years. We go to my rich, stuck-up aunt's house for a family gathering. My aunt is mad at my mom because she is too poor to help take of my other two aunts who don't work. There is no reason they don't work. They are just lazy or on drugs. The rich aunt gets everybody something for Christmas except my mom. She cries in the car on the way home.
Two days later it's my birthday. I'm awakened at 4:30 in the morning because my mother and her boyfriend are having a fight. The fight starts because the boyfriend has done something, gotten angry about it, and then bitched at my mom because he forgot about it and thought that we (her children) in fact commited the "crime". She tells him he is crazy (fun fact: crazy people don't like being told that they are crazy). We are thrown out of the house. Before he leaves for work, he cuts the power off. We cannot cook or bathe. Happy Birthday.
I'm back in school now and for some reason everything that can possibly go wrong, is. But at least I don't have the birth of Jesus or my own birthday to associate it with anymore. I fucking hate the holidays.
Happy New Year.
Over the holidays I spent my nights sleeping on the floor while mice skittered about. I don't care what anyone says. When you here little claws scratching around in the darkness you can't help but jerk out of any sort of peaceful slumber you might have been falling into.
During the days I watched a domestic dispute slowly boil from the day I arrived at the place where my mother lived because apparently her boyfriend (like every other boyfriend she has ever had) was jealous of her relationship with her children. I run through several plans with information such as where the firearms are in the house in case violence breaks out. He's a big guy and I'm not, by comparison.
Somehow we make it to Christmas. My sister has gone $200 dollars over her $100 limit on spending, officially raking in more than I have gotten for my birthday and Christmas combined for the last two years. We go to my rich, stuck-up aunt's house for a family gathering. My aunt is mad at my mom because she is too poor to help take of my other two aunts who don't work. There is no reason they don't work. They are just lazy or on drugs. The rich aunt gets everybody something for Christmas except my mom. She cries in the car on the way home.
Two days later it's my birthday. I'm awakened at 4:30 in the morning because my mother and her boyfriend are having a fight. The fight starts because the boyfriend has done something, gotten angry about it, and then bitched at my mom because he forgot about it and thought that we (her children) in fact commited the "crime". She tells him he is crazy (fun fact: crazy people don't like being told that they are crazy). We are thrown out of the house. Before he leaves for work, he cuts the power off. We cannot cook or bathe. Happy Birthday.
I'm back in school now and for some reason everything that can possibly go wrong, is. But at least I don't have the birth of Jesus or my own birthday to associate it with anymore. I fucking hate the holidays.
Happy New Year.
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I'm happy to see you on, and glad you're beaking from your holiday break. Things *eventually* balance out though, so try to keep that in mind.
Take care, IM me if you want to talk