I'm so sick of holiday bs
After tonight, I have decided that I have offficially retired from holiday meals, celebrations, or holiday parties of any kind. I was told that I was "stingy" by my father who called me the morning of Thanksgiving to tell me that he was too ill to come to dinner (after I bought a 23 lb. turkey), but proceeded to go out that afternoon, the next day, and on Saturday night went to a birthday party in Somerset. I'm tired of doing all the work with no help. I'm tired of sorry ass attitudes from people who so obviously don't try to hide the fact they don't want to be here. In other words.....I quit. So everyone can expect a check in their Christmas cards and that's it. No presents, no holiday cookies, no nothin. I'm not visiting unless I'm asked. I'm not beggging anyone anymore to tell me what they want. I'm also tired of a husband who wouldn't support me if he was made of cement. No help there either. I'm tired of his crabby ass too. I think I'm going to start looking for a house in Maryland.....just for me. At least the temperature is warmer there.