Friday, December 25, 2009
It's official I hate the holidays!
As far as I can remember the holidays have always sucked for me.
When I was little my mom never had money to get me gifts except the school supplies from the dollar store. (Yet I was very excited every time I got them.) Regardless, it still sucked when I got to school and everyone bragged about their toys. I was made fun of and laughed at. (Still I was happy to be around my mom and sister.)
One Christmas, we were staying with my mom's family (we didn't have where to go.) and they decided to throw away our small christmas tree because it was not in their religion. (Again Christmas was ruined.)
Later in life, My sister left with our dad and I was left behind. Christmas meant nothing to me anymore because she was my idol and she was gone. My mom tried but for years Christmas was just another day. I was a happy child and never asked for anything, but it still was a sad time of year.
As I was a bit older, my dad got remarried and got his step son (whom I love dearly now and the rest of my siblings too.) a whole room full of toys and designer clothes. I lived 50 miles away and he got me nothing. Even my sister didn't come to visit. (That's all I ever wanted.)
Another Christmas not too long ago. We were all in Key west and my dad was making $1,000 a week. By then I had 3 little siblings on his side. They all got very expensive gifts... What did I get???? I got to sleep in a car, in the freezing cold, of a closed grocery store.
The Christmas after the car night, I had an ok Christmas because I was working and maintaining my own household (I was 15). Yet I was still was lonely and just had my mental mother to celebrate with me.
Two years after that, I had Christmas in Bradenton, where I am now. Again I was alone because my sister was spending the holidays with her in-laws. I also never get invited to my dad's parties because of my mother. (Take into count that my mother get's along with my dad and his wife. She loves my dads new children and is always buying them things.)
I've had Christmas with my sister for the last two years.... And I Still hate the damn Holidays! Last year my sister pissed me off so much that I got very upset. In the end, like always I forgave her and we drank the night away.
BUT THIS YEAR I'VE HAD IT!
I've been the best person I can be to my family. I, with very limited income I must say, have gotten every child gifts. I have also bought my mom, and sister gifts.
I got my sister, 3 of her favorite types of statues for the living room. I bought her two gift sets, and $200 from the money I got back from school. I made earrings for all her co-workers and worked very hard at being wonderful for the holidays. Even yesterday when she didn't have enough to get her hair cut I paid for it. I wanted her to look pretty for her vacation and so I didn't think twice about paying for it.
Fast forward 4 hours and I'm being told off inside walmart. All Because of dessert! All I wanted for the holidays was being able to have some cake. I've been working my butt off just to have a damn piece of cake! She said No. So I told her to pick a damn dessert then so we can go home and cook. My legs were hurting from walking the store in heels and just wanted to sit down. She got angry and kept looking at all the desserts slowly. I got mad and walked away. She stormed off and told me I had a nasty attitude. We started arguing all over again.
I stormed off to the register and grabbed a pack of doritos and ate them along with ice-cream just to prove a point. I hadn't done that in a while and afterwards I felt so angry at how she could drive me to do that.
The drive home was horrible since she kept saying how I always mess up Christmas. She finally made me go back to the store. It was closed! So we had Chinese Takeout. I was still and and had the most fattening thing on the menu. At that time she apologized, but I was mad and kept it inside. I never told her how I felt I just forgave her. She went to bed happy... I on the other hand, stayed with another horrible Holiday.
To make matters worse, I will be dropping her off for vacation, but I have to come back home. Why? Because I have no money left. Nope I wasted all my money on the holidays and will come back to a house full of bills that have to be paid. She doesn't care she's going yet I'm staying stuck with it all. I don't get to have a vacation... Nope, I'll be home taking care of my mother.
I Hate The Holidays!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You might just be the next Poetess extraordinaire...
Hugs,
R