Day Eight of Thirty
Day 01 | Your favorite song
Day 02 | Your favorite movie
Day 03 | Your favorite television program
Day 04 | Your favorite book
Day 05 | Your favorite quote
Day 06 | Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 | A photo that makes you happy
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Day 08 | A photo that makes you angry/sad
This photo makes me both angry and sad.
This was the last Christmas that I spent in Vegas before I got out of the Air Force and moved back to Philly. I was supposed to spend that Christmas in Phoenix with my ex-boyfriend (who was then my live-in boyfriend of 5 years) and his family.
The night before we were supposed to make the drive down to Phoenix, we got into some hugely massive fight. I can't remember what it was about(although I am fairly sure it was about the girl who I suspected that he was cheating on me with. Side note: I was right), but I was beyond furious and told him through my tears of rage that I didn't want to go to Phoenix anymore.
He immediately backed down and said that our fighting was silly and asked if I would please go to Phoenix with him. I told him no, and went to bed.
The next morning (Christmas Eve, I believe), after I had calmed down, I talked to my mother on the phone, and she told me what I had already known - I was being ridiculous, and I should pull my head out of my ass, apologize, and go to Phoenix with him.
After I got home from work at the end of the day, I did just that: I apologized to him and said I wanted to go with him. He accepted my apology, told me that he loved me, then told me that I couldn't go with him anymore. Oh, but can we swap our gifts now, so that he could open them on Christmas morning?
Stunned, but feeling like it was my own fault, I exchanged the presents with him and then watched him go out to his car and pull out of my condo complex to make the long drive to Phoenix alone.
My dad was in Afghanistan at the time, and it was such short notice that neither he, my mother, or I could afford the ridiculously over-priced last minute fare of getting me a plane ticket home to Philly. (Even if we could have afforded it, I wouldn't have spent over two grand just to go home for two or three days).
I spent all of Christmas Eve sitting on the couch, watching bad reruns on TV and crying. I spent Christmas day in the same spot; just me and Rusty. We ate a TV dinner, and I took this picture of him in front of the tree.
Part of me does feel like it was my own fault...but then the other part thinks: what kind of selfish douche bag would let his girlfriend, who he supposedly loved, sit at home alone on Christmas, even if we HAD been fighting? Ugh, don't even get me started.
Anyway, this picture makes me both angry and sad. Mostly angry.
Although, Rusty does look pretty cute in this picture.
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Day 08 | A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 | A photo you took
Day 10 | A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 | A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 | Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 | A fictional book
Day 14 | A non-fictional book
Day 15 | A fanfic
Day 16 | A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 | An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture,etc.)
Day 18 | Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 | A talent of yours
Day 20 | A hobby of yours
Day 21 | A recipe
Day 22 | A website
Day 23 | A YouTube video
Day 24 | Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 | Your day, in great detail
Day 26 | Your week, in great detail
Day 27 | This month, in great detail
Day 28 | This year, in great detail
Day 29 | Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 | Whatever tickles your fancy