I'm starting t0 hate Christmas.
This may sound petty... but its how I feel.
Its just a bother.
Christmas used to rock. I think. Its been so long since I've had a GOOD Christmas memory...
I have a husband who (and I think this is the thing that most anoys me about him.) doesn't do commercialized events... so Sweetest Day, Valentines day, Christmas...nope. He doesn't really care. He will get me gift and give it to me the day it was bought. Still in the bag, receipt clinging to it from static.
Or as I put something in my cart - he will let me know "that can be your Christmas gift."
My family(My brother not included - he is the bright spot of this ordeal) doesn't seem to get it. I have been asked "What do you want for Christmas?" I will tell them, and get nothing what I asked for (Not even from the same store - so I cant exchange it) Its petty, I know. But it feels like no one is listening too you. Half the stuff I got in the last two years - I would have never used or bought for myself - hell I cant even tell you what I got for Christmas last year or the year before. (OH! Wait... the year before last - I got my camera. I bought it, with my moms money.)
Before... before life changed...
It was great. We would buy gifts, we would wrap stuff. We would go to bed, wake up early, pick out presents unwrap like mad for a half an hour. Then dissipate for a few hours, then someone would get dressed/hungry and we would head out for Columbus to go watch a movie, and eat Chinese food. And usually I would have to leave because I had to work that day.
But its just seemed that no one has really given a shit. My mom's lonely, and dealing with empty nest syndrome - and doesn't do anything about it - or understand that its okay to be at home, by your self. Is the time of year where the wagons circle and people are with their families. Unfortunately her wagons have A) jobs that keep them away from family or B) their own family.
There are days where she is detrimental to me growing as an adult to deal with my own family.
My brother seems to be the only one that sees that it bothers me. I don't let it show, but yeah. It bothers me immensely. Now, I know that he and I are the only ones that see each other and can break it down and go. "Here. Let me help."
I get his self esteem issues - and he gets my family issues. *sigh*
(PS : REALLY hate it... when you type Christmas like this: CHRISTmas. Yeah I get it. Your a Christian. Guess what - its not always about you.)
I can only hope... that with Mason... things will change. Christmas will come back. But right now... everything is up in the air.