today is christmas morning and once again i am reminded why i think my mother was put on this earth to do everything in her power to make my days worse than they already are. there is obviously past history here that i should explain, but im not going to simply for the sake that it would take me six years to type it and there would be so many pages that i would overload blogger and ruin it for everyone.
but i will tell you what happened to me this morning. the only person i couldnt get a present for was my mother. i went to eight different victoria secret stores to get her this beautiful robe, and they were all out at every one i went to. so i had to order it online. yes, it was last minute shopping, but i was still at school until thursday. the robe, which by the way was far more than i can afford, is really nice and has matching slippers that i bought as well. so in the end, there is no actual present under the tree for her, which i feel terrible about, but sometimes these things happens, and it has before over the years, and its usually not a big deal.
today it was. i walk downstairs and there are no presents under the tree and my mom, who is obviously hungover from exacerbating her drinking problem the night before screams at me "christmas is going to be different this year you fucker." mom, may i remind u that its christmas. all i wanted was a cup of coffee so i can read the news and relax. the presents didnt really matter, they never do. thats not what this holiday is about to begin with. so the screaming begins at my father and i for no reason. she doesnt even know about the present yet. this goes on for twenty minutes, and then she says "you probably didnt even get me a present," to which i told her the story, leaving out exactly what the present was.
then the gates of hell opened and eurphrates overflowed its banks. i swear things in the kitchen lit on fire and a demon arrived in the kitchen. two coffee cups were thrown at me, which i caught. all i wanted was a cup of coffee. it is now a half an hour later, and shes now in the middle of the kitchen floor crying. i want to call an ambulance so she can be put in a nice hospital. thank you mom, for ruining christmas again.
i was actually in the christmas spirit this year, something that shocked a lot of people. yes, me being sensitive and the nice guy that i can and now want to be. twenty minutes with my own mother ruined that. wonderful.