Everyone who knows me knows that I haven’t always been such a bah humbug about the holidays in general. It used to start with Halloween. We’d plan all through September what the porch was going to look like, start buying stuff as soon as it hit the stores and get it done. Then we would roll into the fall and Thanksgiving and then on Thanksgiving day start planning the Christmas decorating and actually do it all over the weekend.
I can’t stand the holidays anymore. Kale’s whole life, it was me and him getting excited about the holidays and doing it. Now, it’s just me and this demented Best Buy guy who only cares because he wants to show off for his kids.
I guess I’m just angry about the whole thing. I haven’t had a lot of things to get excited about in my life, and now there’s just nothing. The Best Buy guy always puts a damper on the holidays because he spends way too much and I’m always left sitting here like a pauper. I guess it’s the second class citizen treatment I get at the holidays, too. It’s all about spending more money on his kids then their mom it seems like. Now that she spends $50 and says go to hell, it seems like it would go down, but it hasn’t stopped. And then there’s the albatross because god forbid someone who should have been out of our lives 15 years ago feel like they don’t belong.
I know, it sounds bitter. Really I just miss Kale and I’m very angry because I can’t even say it to anyone. If I say it, the Best Buy guy acts like it’s his fault. God forbid we take on a little personal responsiblity for acting like some one else’s kid is more deserving of decent treatment than a kid who lives in your own house.
So, I sit here and watch the horror of my life unfold. I have to put up with Super Dad and Mr. Parent Over Achiever and try to stay sane. This is why I don’t decorate anymore. He would just go overboard. We certainly don’t need anymore of that around here.
I know he doesn’t mean to make me feel bad. Sometimes though it just feels like he doesn’t do much of anything to make me feel any better either. I just want the holidays to slip by and no one notice them. Or at least make it so that I don’t have to deal with it in major impact status like now. Let’s not even mention putting my nervous system into major overdrive trying to deal when it already can’t deal. I always feel like I’m on the verge of freaking meltdown during these things. No, I don’t get to see my son, I don’t even get to talk to him. His dad is an asshole and has him blocked off from me entirely. Worse, he lied to the system that should have protected me and Kale from him to do all of this. There should be a special kind of hell, but there isn’t. At least not tthat I’ve seen. If we believe in all the hype, he’ll get his but it doesn’t really matter if I don’t get to see it, now does it? It’s not truly retribution without my participation, is it?
Why it can’t just be a quiet little day off, I don’t know. I know how I protect myself in the middle of it all. I’m going to kick out NaNo. I’ve got 9000 words left and it’s going to get well under way starting today. I’m sure my husband isn’t watching the time and I’m going to have to get him going on his own freaking big deal. See, it’s just neverending horror.
I just want to watch tv in my jammies all day. I don’t want to deal with anyone else’s drama. There’s enough in my life. I don’t need yours. Pray that my son grows a brain and some balls and gets away from his dad. Pray that something goes my way for once. It seems like it might finally be time.