| View Blog
|
|
|
I really don't enjoy the holidays, i think i said that in a previous post. This year i was actually looking forward to it, more then i ever had. God what a freakin mistake.
The itself start out ok, i worked from 5:30am to 11:30 or so. People were for the most part happy and joyous, which helped me immensely, as xmas eve sucked totally (but thats another story). After work i helped my mom bring things over to my grandpa's place for supper. Then came home to "pretty up". Nice relaxing bath, did my hair, even put on some make-up (which happens so rarely). I was semi-happy, i was looking forward to the family supper!
So i called my friend, who promised no drinking, to say when i'd come get him for supper. No answer, so i just left a message. He calls me back, and lo and behold, he'd had a few :( but i am me, i asked if he was drunk, as sometimes its hard to tell over the phone. He wanted me and my daughter to come up and wish his kitty a Merry Xmas so i said sure be there at 5.
So, i leave my house and get about half a block away from home, if that, and a dog runs out, i slam on the breaks, but snow and ice made sure i didn't stop, wasn't even going fast, maybe 30 km/hr! THUD.
Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I didn't exactly hit him, more of, he ran into my car. I'm almost freaking, i love animals and i'm thinking the worse and my heart is pounding. The dogs owner runs out, i jump outta the car, and i'm like omg!!!! He says its ok, the dog got up and ran off, he should be fine. He had broken his chain outside and had been running around the yard/neighbour and his owner had been chasing him for 1.5 hrs. He was having too much fun so he wouldn't let himself be caught. Owner tries to reassure me all is fine, so i calm down a bit, i tell him where i live and to let me know if anything bad happens.
Go get my kid from her dad's, and off to Steve's place. We go in and he's feeling really good, but not stumbling drunk. Ok maybe this will be ok, i threaten him to behave himself and off we go. Its all good til my brother gets there, sees Steve and then starts encouraging him, *sighs*.
When supper is almost done, mom packs up 2 suppers for me to go deliver. One for my Nana, who decided not to come, as she's on oxygen, anti-biotics etc etc, and doesn't wanna get anyones cold, and one for a co-worked of mine who offered to work xmas so all the others with family could have it off. I'm me, i brought him supper, because i have a weakness like that for people, i just try not to show it. So i deliver his first and off to my nana's. And Steve starts commenting on me and Rich, as usual, because any time he's drunk, i hear about who i'm "supposedly sleeping with", because i have to be as i'm not sleeping with him. *bigger sigh* He wants to stop at his place and grab his camera, so we stop. He comes back a few mins later, and i just KNOW he had another fucking drink. Get to my nana's and i just go in, as the kid has a bit of a cold and i just won't subject my nana to steve and his stupidity. I stay in about 20 mins or so, longer then i planned but i love my nana. See's all alone on Xmas, 85, doesn't have much time left, and she was sooooo happy i came. How could i rush out? i couldn't. So i stayed and chatted and helped her to the table for her supper and just listened to her, made her feel important, because she is. I didn't like leaving steve alone with tar, but she's 16 and i was fool enough to think he wouldnt be an ignorant ass to her.
I was so wrong. I got back to the car and he asked to just go home, so i drove him home. I'm so pissed at him, i wasn't gonna argue. He gets out and Tar starts in about what he started talking to her about. He's such a fucking ass when he's drunk.
Finally get back to Grandpa's and everyone is almost done eating. Thanks for a wonderful fucking night. And people wonder why i dislike the holidays. Because they just suck ass.
Eve sucked because "we" finally talked. I'm not even sure whats going on there. We're friends but its over? But that got cut short because of his relatives so i just don't know a thing. He wants to talk more, we jut haven't had a chance with all thats going on, eve and xmas. Maybe tonight. Is he coming tomorrow? I don't know, and right now, i just don't even want to give a shit, but i do. Stupid me. Why do i always give everyone else the benefit of doubt and just take shit laying down> Why don't i yell and scream, or anything? I started to, why am i stopping? Maybe i'll get it all out tonight. I will not retreat back to my fucking shell. I hate closing myself off from everyone, and i don't want to continue it.
I'm a bit ticked at myself, i'll get over it, once i give out a piece or 2 of my mind. Which is gonna start soon, as one dickhead just logged into msn.
|
|
Posted by swordmaiden on 2007-12-26 17:24:51 | Rating: | Views: 76
|
| |
|
|
