Today, er yesterday actually was just a living hell. I'm so glad it's over...really

Nov 27, 2003 02:00

This HAD to have been the worst Thanksgiving I have ever had. It gave me no reason to be thankful for anything at the moment...
because everything was FREAKIN PURE TORTURE!!
Jeeze. There's so much I have to say and I just can't find a way to begin. Well, let's start with what happened at dinner, you already know what happened before...the boob incident. And asking me if she could inspect my eyebrows. And asking me if i had a boyfriend yet. Jesus, just taking the daggar and twisting it, isn't she?
Actually shortly after that I heard my gramma talking about me to my parents behind my back. Talking about my hair and every damn thing she could think to talk about. I went to my room and hung out with my bro. He made me feel better, just knowing that he hated her too.
Let's start with how much I really love my brother on Thanksgiving. Really. I can't belive how much he stuck up for me today against my relatives. Sometimes, he really is my guardian. I was mixing my mashed potatos with my peas when my dad furiously asked me, "what is this? Art 101?"
He then looked at my brother and asked, "what is this? drama 101?"
the reason he asked my brother that was because my brother and i don't talk much at the table on thanksgiving and christmas because of Gramma Freaky over there. So maybe it's looks like we have an attitude problem or something. I don't get it, we act fine in my opinion. We don't misbehave at all...
Anyway, on with the story.
After dad said that to my brother, my brother glared at dad and, instead of defending himself, he said, "What's with you? Why are you picking on Catie? She's just mixing her food." I wanted to defend paul too, but i was afraid of dad killing us at the double rebel whammy. So I just sat there, staring at my food, shocked to the bone, expecting him to kick us out of the house. I REALLY FELT THAT. I WAS SO TERRIFIED. SOMEONE ADOPT ME PLEASE! I could almost feel my dad's shock and anger at the back-talk. Amazing, incredibly lucky, he said nothing and the table went quiet. eventually mom, gramma and dad started talking again like normal parent people adult things. Then my dad asked me what I had to be thankful for. I sat there thinking, then OF COURSE, my grandma freaky had to say: "She should be thankful for her good looks!"
I kind of snapped then. I wanted so badly to leap across the table and smack that obsession from her head. Instead I just said..rather acidly, that I was thankful for my brains. It's more than appearance for me. How dare she think that for me, looking good was more important than having intellect? Damned old hag. Really. I dislike her immensely.
So the rest of dinner went along like usual. Small conversation..bla bla bla. I stole away from the table and found the nap that was waiting for me on the couch. Gramma need my bro to drive her home. I was trying so hard to look asleep so i wouldn't have to saw goodbye but my mom practically rolled me off the accursed couch (I shouldn't say that, the couch is my friend). So I went to hug my gramma freaky. She kissed me and said how gorgeous I was again. Damn it. Curse it. I hate it.
I HATE THIS.
The worst thing is that she's dying or something and I HAVE to act good and nice and all. She humiliated me so much today. I can't even begin to explain the shock I felt. the stress'll prolly cause me to break out again. Damn.
I need someone to comfort me...
:(
Well....Happy THANKSGIVING ALL!
I hope your thanksgiving was MUCH better than mine!
:)
Goodnight. sweet dreams my dear friends. I love you all.
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