easter sucked this year. well, the first half of it did anyway.
my mom's boyfriend was being a douche and i called him out on it. his daughter told me i'm not allowed to speak to her father again and then both of his kids deleted me off of facebook. i guess i won't be going to their house for thanksgiving dinner! ;)
oh, and i went to my nana's house too. that was a rich slice of awful. there were a ton of people there.mostly relatives from my aunt caroline’s side of the family – her kids and such. we were originally going to eat outside but it was freezing cold and about to rain, so everyone ate inside instead. Michael and I mostly just sat on the couch with my aunt michelle. we didn’t know too many people there. and then my nana started passing out everyone’s easter baskets. these baskets were big and pretty and full of eggs, candies and wrapped presents. I didn’t get one. neither did Michael. but know what’s funny? there was this one guy there and my nana didn’t even know his name…HE got a basket full of presents. it’s like, “oh hey, yeah…I’m your grandchild. this guy sitting next to me isn’t some random black guy I picked up off the sidewalk on my way here…I’ve been going out with him for over four years now. oh, but no matter – please continue to act as if we don’t exist. we’ll just be here, on your couch.” so that was awkward. and then the easter egg hunt! it’s really hard to get a lot of eggs in your basket when your basket doesn’t exist. so collectively, Michael and I got 9 eggs. every plastic egg has a dollar in it. so we walked out with 9 dollars, while mostly every adult and 12 year old child walked out with at least 20 dollars. it’s funny how the broker you are, the less people give a shit. but it’s all good – my aunt michelle felt terrible for us and donated 6 eggs hahaha. but really, easter isn’t about money or baskets or thoughtful gifts. it’s about jesus being a zombie and coming out of his tomb and what not. families come together to be with each other…not collect material items. that being said, I ended the day on a really nice note…by going to Michael’s grandma’s house. his whole family was there and it was really great. we watched the blind side and ate delicious food and talked and laughed. there were no easter baskets or eggs. the only time money came into play was when everyone donated a few dollars so that we could buy a cake for dessert – and that cake was sooo good. I’m really comfortable around michael’s family. it’s a shame that I can’t be that comfortable with my own family. but my family is different. you can’t relax at anyone’s house, aside from my uncle and aunt’s. people are fake. it kills me that 95% of people in my family act as though Michael doesn’t exist…or act like he’s just another boy in my life, as if I’m always bringing home another or something. if I treated anyone else’s husband or wife like how they treat Michael, I’d be called rude and I’d get in trouble. but I digress. my point is this – although this easter was probably the worst in my life, it was also one of the best. it was one of the best because this easter, I realized that when people treat you like you don’t exist, or like you don’t matter, you don’t owe them anything. next easter, I won’t be going to my nana’s house.
childhood is over-rated. when you’re an adult, you don’t have to put up with bullshit. you have the power to walk away.
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