This probably wont make any sense, because i cant even make sense of it in my head but whatever…
Tell me im a cry baby if you want
Anyways story is:
Well up untill i was about 12 years old i my mother , brother and i were were very close with my Aunt (fathers sister) and 2 cousins. We were all such good friends. Well my uncle basically struck gold, got rich, they built a gorgeous house in clarence, buy their children ecerything and think the world revolves around money. That was when my little family got shut out. Ever since then around christmas time the “warmth and love” you are supposed to feel has widdled away to the point where last year we drove through that damn blizzard for an hour an half to get to Hamburg to spend christmas eve with my dads family (mind you they all only care about money and how much you have, and my parent makes enough to give us some of the things we want and to live comfortably) we were there for 30 minutes before my dad said it was bull shit lets leave. We were getting ignored, treated like strangers, well more like beggers in their house trying to collect change or something. It really hurt, and i could see how my father was trying to hide his pain because his family wantned nothing to do with him, for basically not doing anything wrong.
Fast forward to March.
My grandfather passed away, and it brought my family together like i hadnt seen in 9 years. It was like they actually cared about us and at one point i told my grandmother right after my grampa passed away without even realizing it “you dont love me.” It was something that needed to be saidm so maybe, JUST MAYBE someone would realize that something wasnt right. well things were good until about 2 days after the funeral.Then back to normal.
And nowm present day.
My father calls my grandmother about christmas, it old him words are key and to ask IOF we were invited christmas. Well he asked what my gramiother was doing for christmas and she said “going to xxxx’s house.” no invitation for us just merely letting us know where she will be. My mother woke me upthis morning to let us know we’d be sepnding chrismas alone this year and for some reason it brough massive amount of tears to my eyes, pounding around the house screaming what a bunch of shit head, and how id love to stage my death just to see if they would show up to my funeral, their money will run out sometime if they keep buying 19yearold girls land rover discoveries and paying $6000/yr car insurance bills because their daughters dont know how to drive a damn car…they just make me want to rip my hair out
I never thought being part of a family was so hard, and i see all these movies with such a strong famly bond that it just hit a part of me and i get so emotional. I basically feel like my christmas is ruined. My other grandmother is in california and if i could have afforded it i would have sent myself outhere, where i know someone cares about me…
maybe i’'d just being silly and stupid, but i thought christmas time was a special time…
Cliff notes: my family is a bunch of douche bags