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Christmas was very nice, I got all of the things I had wanted from my parents, not too much random crap I didn't want, and some money. Sweet.
Being home for Christmas is having a weird effect on me. The man and I are supposed to go back to our proper home, and he's going to work the next two days, we'll do new years alone at one of our houses, and then on Thursday we'll go to spend the weekend with his parents. I'm kind of bummed about his parents, but I don't know why. I really can't stand his father, but I also am nervous about hanging out with his friends.
It's so weird, but I just want to stay here, even though I'm not necessarily having a completely good time. There's some kind of innate loneliness that follows me around here, and I feel like time flies by and I don't get to do the things I want to. I love hanging out with my dad, but he can turn dick sometimes. I wanted him to watch a movie with me Friday, and he started ranting about how we always want him to goof off and do nothing but he can't because he has so many things to do... it was just frustrating, and it made me cry, woo.
I like hanging out with my sister too, but she has her limits, and she turns really quick from being nice and fun and being a total bitch when her meds kick in. She just had gastric bypass, and it's really touchy, she doesn't want ANYONE to know, so I haven't been able to feel like I can release my feelings on the issues. It really sucks that she had the surgery right before Christmas, she can't eat anything at all right now, just like kool-aid and pudding and tomato soup with milk. So she missed out on Christmas eve family dinner at home, Christmas day dinner at our relatives', all the baking before and after Christmas, and anything else that my family traditionally does involving food.
Oops I just forgot I was updating.
Anyway, I'm basically in a lame mood and I don't want to do anything except be unhappy.
Being home for Christmas is having a weird effect on me. The man and I are supposed to go back to our proper home, and he's going to work the next two days, we'll do new years alone at one of our houses, and then on Thursday we'll go to spend the weekend with his parents. I'm kind of bummed about his parents, but I don't know why. I really can't stand his father, but I also am nervous about hanging out with his friends.
It's so weird, but I just want to stay here, even though I'm not necessarily having a completely good time. There's some kind of innate loneliness that follows me around here, and I feel like time flies by and I don't get to do the things I want to. I love hanging out with my dad, but he can turn dick sometimes. I wanted him to watch a movie with me Friday, and he started ranting about how we always want him to goof off and do nothing but he can't because he has so many things to do... it was just frustrating, and it made me cry, woo.
I like hanging out with my sister too, but she has her limits, and she turns really quick from being nice and fun and being a total bitch when her meds kick in. She just had gastric bypass, and it's really touchy, she doesn't want ANYONE to know, so I haven't been able to feel like I can release my feelings on the issues. It really sucks that she had the surgery right before Christmas, she can't eat anything at all right now, just like kool-aid and pudding and tomato soup with milk. So she missed out on Christmas eve family dinner at home, Christmas day dinner at our relatives', all the baking before and after Christmas, and anything else that my family traditionally does involving food.
Oops I just forgot I was updating.
Anyway, I'm basically in a lame mood and I don't want to do anything except be unhappy.