I wanted to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas!
Today has been a bit rough around the edges, as I figured it would be. A year ago this weekend we found out my sister was pregnant. A year later, I get a Christmas present from her that she's pregnant again. Wonderful. Fucking wonderful. My mom got me $50 for Christmas, which to some might seem like a lot, and it's not even the fact it's $50, well-okay-part of it is, but we have always had a big Christmas, I have always had GIFTS from my Mother. Not money. Gifts. No matter how much I didn't ask for the items, I always got something. No, not this year. This year she hands me 2 candlesticks, a picture frame, and a body lotion and a card with $100 to split with M. Everything but the money came from the casion gift shop. Yes, my mother has spent all her fucking money at the casino, yet again, and I get presents from the casino and cash.
What makes me mad is that she gave thugboy and my sister $100 plus all of the stuff ***I*** bought thinking she was going to pay me back, oh no. And no, not one gift from my sister to pay me back for all the shit I've done for them with the baby, not even a card. I could vomit at the sounds of their voice as they opened the gifts. Puke.Chunks.Puke.
On the bright side, I got $30 from my grandparents on my father's side and my stocking candies from my father. Then my grandma got me one of these instead of one of these , I said hot chocolate maker, she got the wrong thing. But I still love it! I got some scrubs and a coach purse from one of my aunts, a fleece jacket from another aunt, $20 gift card to Target and nail creme from another aunt, a huge lotion gift set from William Sonoma from another aunt, and a few clothes from grandma as well. Very pleased! Everyone seemed to love what I gave, which is always nice!
I feel better now that I have typed out my emotions, maybe I won't cry tonight.
Merry Christmas & Happy Birthday Jesus! God Bless everyone. Be safe.