trouble on the home front
So Christmass was kind of...well...shitty. Well, part of it anyways.
We spent Christmas eve opening presents with Derek's family, which was fabulous. We all ate pizza and had a really good time. They loved their presents, and we loved ours. The next morning, ya know, Christmas, was fun too. We went to Derek's grandmother's and opened more gifts. All was going well until I got a voice mail from my Uncle.
"Hey Am, it's Uncle Fred. You need to call me back." So I did.
He basically told me, that as much as he would love to have me for Christmas, unless I brought the recipes I had that were my aunts, I probably shouldn't come.
So the recipe story is, I was making my aunt a cook-book before she kicked me out. When I was informed that I was no longer welcome, I took the recipes and put them back in her drawer, taking the cookbook with me, since ya know, I needed it more now, and I wasn't about to give her anything....at least, thats what I thought.
About a month after we moved out my aunt called pissed about a recipe being missing. I flipped through my cookbook, found my copy of the recipe, and told her it over the phone. No harm done right? Wrong. A couple weeks later she called again. And again. And again. By now I'm getting a little pissed. What do I care about her fucking recipes...Or at least thats what I was thinking until I found them. In a back, deep pocket that is in the cookbook. Oops. So I brought them back on Christmas. My aunt didnt talk to me the entire night, and I just heard from my brother that she is threatening to divorce my uncle because he's not "supporting" her in hating me.
I also found out Christmas night from my sister that my uncle caught her on the phone with another man, and that he thinks she cheated on him. Fuck.
So basically my family is falling apart, and she's blaming me. Merry Fucking Christmas.
--Lets see what the New Year will bring--
We spent Christmas eve opening presents with Derek's family, which was fabulous. We all ate pizza and had a really good time. They loved their presents, and we loved ours. The next morning, ya know, Christmas, was fun too. We went to Derek's grandmother's and opened more gifts. All was going well until I got a voice mail from my Uncle.
"Hey Am, it's Uncle Fred. You need to call me back." So I did.
He basically told me, that as much as he would love to have me for Christmas, unless I brought the recipes I had that were my aunts, I probably shouldn't come.
So the recipe story is, I was making my aunt a cook-book before she kicked me out. When I was informed that I was no longer welcome, I took the recipes and put them back in her drawer, taking the cookbook with me, since ya know, I needed it more now, and I wasn't about to give her anything....at least, thats what I thought.
About a month after we moved out my aunt called pissed about a recipe being missing. I flipped through my cookbook, found my copy of the recipe, and told her it over the phone. No harm done right? Wrong. A couple weeks later she called again. And again. And again. By now I'm getting a little pissed. What do I care about her fucking recipes...Or at least thats what I was thinking until I found them. In a back, deep pocket that is in the cookbook. Oops. So I brought them back on Christmas. My aunt didnt talk to me the entire night, and I just heard from my brother that she is threatening to divorce my uncle because he's not "supporting" her in hating me.
I also found out Christmas night from my sister that my uncle caught her on the phone with another man, and that he thinks she cheated on him. Fuck.
So basically my family is falling apart, and she's blaming me. Merry Fucking Christmas.
--Lets see what the New Year will bring--