Mortgaging My Soul, Once Again

So Sayeth The Lord.

Amen.

Ugh, I really hate Mike’s family sometimes.

So, I asked him, yet AGAIN, about what he wants to do about my family and florida.  He gets one week off for vacation and I have two weeks scheduled for this coming year.  One week to go to Virginia Beach with my best friend Melissa and one week to go with my parents to Orlando, Florida.  So, I asked him about this yet again for the HUNDREDTH time and yet he still can’t answer me what vacation he wants to go on.  I then asked him about Christmas Eve at my Grandma and Grandpa Pond’s place (they typically have a Christmas Eve thingy and then also a Christmas Afternoon luncheon.  The Christmas Eve is the informal whoever can come comes and the Christmas Afternoon *EVERYONE* goes to).  So, he didn’t know, as his family never tells him anything about what’s going on with the holidays.  So, he calls them this evening and, I swear to God, if I heard the phone conversation I would have killed his whole family with the flick of my wrists.

Boom.  All Dead.

Now, before I go into this, they’ve *ALWAYS* done Christmas the Sunday after Christmas for as long as I’ve been with Mike, which is 5 years.  So, going with tradition, I assumed that they would be doing it this year as well.

So, Mike gets off the phone and tells me that he can go Christmas Eve.  He then mentions that they are having their Christmas celebration on Christmas.

Then the punch line:

“Because that’s the best time for everyone to get together.”

Stop.  Wait a fucking second.

When did everyone not include us?  Since Mike was never even CONSULTED about a time/date, apparently we don’t fucking matter.

And of course this means that we have to spend Christmas separated, which really fucking pisses me off.  He’ll be able to go over to my parents for Christmas morning but he wont’ be able to come over to my grandparents for the big Christmas shing-ding.

Fucking Cunts.

I mean, for it to work out best for everyone except us but, because we’re in the minority, they have to do it anyways then, that’s fine.   But to not even ASK or INFORM us that there was even a vote going on???  I’m fucking pissed.

And then Mike had the gull to ask me, “So I’m assuming that I’ll be going to my parent’s alone?”

Yea, and you may be packing up your shit and moving there too, bitch.

So then, as I’m unleashing my inner bitch and waving it high with pride, he asked me, “Well, what do you want me to do?”

What I WANT you to do is to tell your family that they’re inconsiderate bastards and that, due to not even asking us, you’re make me to spend the majority of Christmas alone you cunts.  However, because I’m the NICE one, I told him, “Well apparently there’s nothing that can be done, I would just like to be able to spend Christmas with you.”

God damn it.  Christmas is supposed to be about family, not spending it alone.

Fuckers.

I can’t tell him to stay home instead of going over there as that’s completely selfish and also because he rarely sees his family as they’re 2 hours away.  I just wish that they realize that, strangely enough, we’re affected by their plans and I would rather not spend Christmas laying on the couch, touching my dog Zoie inappropriately because Mike isn’t here to touch.