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BarcardiAll the WizardsUnder A Rock: AfganistanRegistered Userregular
It was just left in the other room charging while I watched a movie with my family. And honestly i just forget where it was. I had my computer with me but didnt get any iMessage from her or anything until I checked my phone.
So Monica's mom wanted to have dinner. Rather than drive an hour to her shitty apartment, I offered to just have it here at my house. I figred since I was volunteered to cook, I'd rather do it in my own kitchen.
So with this being the plan, I go out and do my shopping on monday, get a nice ham, get some spuds and some beans and wine. Nothing big, but not a small expense either. Today I start cooking, and about 20 minutes before she is to arrive, and therefore when I pull the final things from the oven, she calls and cancels.
No real reason other than "it's raining."
So I have a freezer full of ham. Merry Christmas.
on the other hand ham's delicious, you enjoy that ham stale
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GumpyThere is alwaysa greater powerRegistered Userregular
Turkey leftovers for lunch today, and probably for the next week. And there ain't a single problem with that!
What holiday gathering would be complete without an annual epic blowout with the in-laws?
Backstory: My wife's parents stayed at our house with our baby a couple of weeks ago while we were out of town for the week. The in-laws live about 3 hours away and they desperately wanted to take the baby back to their house instead of staying here. We told them no.
Last Night: My wife and her parents go to a movie (I stayed home with the baby). On the way back after the movie, her dad apparently nearly caused 4-5 accidents because he either couldn't see the road signs until they were right up on the car or he couldn't hear my wife's directions. My wife pointed out that this has been a noticeable problem for the last 4-5 years and that it's getting worse and that if she's not comfortable riding with her dad, then she's definitely not comfortable with the baby in the car for a 6 hour round trip.
Cue EPIC BLOWOUT.
Yelling was done. Tears were had. No resolution last night and they are leaving town this morning.
So yeah, an otherwise good holiday capped off with stupid drama.
Like, I get why they wouldn't necessarily want to stay at our house for a week. I get it.
But dude doesn't have great vision (even with glasses) and wears hearing aids that don't seem to be configured correctly.
He also gets really confused really easily.
So yeah, we're not comfortable with the baby in the car when he's driving.
And MIL steps in to his defense in the most dramatic way no matter what, so there's that.
Oh and cool, MIL left her phone and Kindle here last night, so looks like the drama is going to continue when they come to pick up their shit on the way out of town.
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Sara LynnI can handle myself.Registered Userregular
I can't wait to sleep in my own bed tonight. This beach rental had rocks for mattresses and pillows.
That's true. It was awful and I generally dislike being with my family for more than thirty seconds.
My father has gotten really creepy the past several years with making me sing at their Church every Christmas. He keeps telling everyone that I sound like his dead mother, but this was never something he told anyone while she was alive. So I think he's just convinced himself after she died that this was the case and he keeps telling everyone that when he closes his eyes it's like he's a little boy again.
It makes me really uncomfortable because he made this big show off getting choked up after I sang in the Christmas concert and tried to touch my face when he walked past me later. And I don't want to be touched by a man that beat the hell out of me most of my life.
But my twin brother gave me an extra tight hug as I was leaving and it almost made me cry. It probably meant nothing to him, but that made the entire weekend of general awfulness worth it.
A few years ago, I had a bit of a blowout on Christmas.
I even knew it was coming, and tried very much to avoid, but my Mom seemed hellbent on making it happen.
I was living with my Mom at the time, as was my oldest sister, Tracy, and her two kids.
Tracy and me never got along up to this point, and us living under one roof just made it worse.
At one point during Christmas, right around when everyone was getting seated down to eat, I misunderstood a comment of hers as an insult (Thought she was making a crack at my weight, but the comment doesn't really matter, ultimately), and started to get mad, and when I got mad about it, everyone else at the table started to get mad at me.
Now, I am the first to admit I have a very short temper and lose it pretty easily under the right pressure. But, when I feel like people gang up on me like that, I tend to get even more emotional, mostly in a defensive way. I knew it was a very bad idea to lose my temper at the dinner table, especially on Christmas, though, so I opted to step out of the dining room and went to my room and calm down for a bit.
I mean, that's a good thing to do when you're on the verge of losing your temper when you really can't afford to, right?
Well, my Mom didn't seem to think so. She came into the room barely a minute later and started demanding that I come back. I said no, she kept at it, and I just fucking blew up on her. I didn't even get mad at her, so much as just start yelling about how mad I was at Tracy, and how I was fed up with it and etc, etc. Mom got all butthurt and went to the bathroom to cry and I felt like a complete shithead. I calmed down and went back to dinner and apologized and went back to Christmas dinner as usual.
I felt bad then, but in the end I knew I'd done the only thing I could have to avoid making a scene. But Mom sometimes just can't leave shit well enough alone.
She also has this tendency to make me feel like a dick for having anger in the first place. Like I'm a jerk, whether or not I actually lose control of my temper, because having it in itself makes me a dick. Just one reason I really don't miss living with her.
I still love her to death, because otherwise she's really awesome. She does everything she can to help everyone else out whenever they need it, and really busts her butt for the family, more than anyone else does. But dear Lord, I hope we never have to live under the same roof ever again.
Nothing like a few fights here or there to get shit out in the open. :P
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AnialosCollies are love, Collies are life!Shadowbrook ColliesRegistered Userregular
I know that feel Goatmon. "I need some time to calm down." "Why can't you just come out here and talk about it?" "GRAAAAAAHHHH!!!"
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Lost Salientblink twiceif you'd like me to mercy kill youRegistered Userregular
Yeah, it's definitely a thing when two people have different ways of approaching problem solving and arguments. When one person can't stand leaving things to fester and another needs alone time to cool down there are bound to be hard feelings and misunderstandings unless everyone involved is very careful. And it's hard to take a logical careful approach with long-standing family relationships.
"Sandra has a good solid anti-murderer vibe. My skin felt very secure and sufficiently attached to my body when I met her. Also my organs." HAIL SATAN
I'm negative all on my own, but my mother's intense depression and her overreaction to everything that happens just completely exhausts me. Everything is a crisis, everything is worth freaking out over and she is just so clingy and cloying. Anytime she doesn't get something she wants she tries to guilt her way into it.
"I would rather not have my picture taken right now please."
"So you don't love me? You won't let me take your picture so you must not love me."
And I know it is not entirely her fault and that most of it was just how she was raised by a terrible excuse for a mother combined with her depression.
But I can feel every bit of happiness leaking out of me as soon as I enter that house.
That's true. It was awful and I generally dislike being with my family for more than thirty seconds.
My father has gotten really creepy the past several years with making me sing at their Church every Christmas. He keeps telling everyone that I sound like his dead mother, but this was never something he told anyone while she was alive. So I think he's just convinced himself after she died that this was the case and he keeps telling everyone that when he closes his eyes it's like he's a little boy again.
It makes me really uncomfortable because he made this big show off getting choked up after I sang in the Christmas concert and tried to touch my face when he walked past me later. And I don't want to be touched by a man that beat the hell out of me most of my life.
But my twin brother gave me an extra tight hug as I was leaving and it almost made me cry. It probably meant nothing to him, but that made the entire weekend of general awfulness worth it.
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You don't know me from a block of cheese, but please know that I feel for you. I'm sorry you've had to deal with this.
I just needed to vent. Things have greatly improved since I was a child and I'm just really relieved that none of the kids are stuck at home anymore. It's easier to put up with during the holidays now.
having a family seems like borderline stockholm's syndrome
Man, I feel bad for everyone else because my family is awesome and I love hanging out with them and I look forward to seeing any and all of them when they visit.
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QuetziHere we may reign secure, and in my choice,To reign is worth ambition though in HellRegistered User, Moderatormod
Looking toward the next holiday of the season
Dang, New Year's Eve is expensive
I've never done a bar thing for it before, but that's probably what my roommate and I will end up with
Not to mention you couldn't pay me to climb in a car on new years eve night.
Fucking drunk drivers make me nervous as hell.
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Lost Salientblink twiceif you'd like me to mercy kill youRegistered Userregular
The best New Year's Eve I've had was in NYC where we started out low-key and then went to our local bar for drinks and the balloon drop at midnight. And the year in Seoul where we went to the fish market and then just grabbed a cocktail at a place with good tunes.
I definitely think good company and chill is the way to go.
"Sandra has a good solid anti-murderer vibe. My skin felt very secure and sufficiently attached to my body when I met her. Also my organs." HAIL SATAN
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Buy cream, shake with fury.
nah
Mine was pretty fun, because Joseph needed his daughter's new bed put together, and I am madly in love with assembling shit.
Didn't really do any celebrating, though. My family did that Christmas Eve. Got together, ate dinner, hung out and shared gifts, all that good stuff.
Also got to play with Kayla, my youngest niece who turns 2 in January. She is super smart and the cutest kid, I swear to god.
whoa she actually kind of looks like Jansen here
genetics be crazy
i'm a very unsentimental person, but i still almost cried
Satans..... hints.....
Now see what that tells me is that she thought you were a real piece of shit at age one
on the other hand ham's delicious, you enjoy that ham stale
Merry Christmas everybody
Backstory: My wife's parents stayed at our house with our baby a couple of weeks ago while we were out of town for the week. The in-laws live about 3 hours away and they desperately wanted to take the baby back to their house instead of staying here. We told them no.
Last Night: My wife and her parents go to a movie (I stayed home with the baby). On the way back after the movie, her dad apparently nearly caused 4-5 accidents because he either couldn't see the road signs until they were right up on the car or he couldn't hear my wife's directions. My wife pointed out that this has been a noticeable problem for the last 4-5 years and that it's getting worse and that if she's not comfortable riding with her dad, then she's definitely not comfortable with the baby in the car for a 6 hour round trip.
Cue EPIC BLOWOUT.
Yelling was done. Tears were had. No resolution last night and they are leaving town this morning.
So yeah, an otherwise good holiday capped off with stupid drama.
I'm really sorry you and your wife had to deal with that, but good call on not letting that baby in the car with them.
It's not the same point for everyone, and some will die before hitting it, but that's life
But dude doesn't have great vision (even with glasses) and wears hearing aids that don't seem to be configured correctly.
He also gets really confused really easily.
So yeah, we're not comfortable with the baby in the car when he's driving.
And MIL steps in to his defense in the most dramatic way no matter what, so there's that.
Oh and cool, MIL left her phone and Kindle here last night, so looks like the drama is going to continue when they come to pick up their shit on the way out of town.
It was really fun sleeping in a room without a lock on the door when no one in the family knows how to knock.
My father has gotten really creepy the past several years with making me sing at their Church every Christmas. He keeps telling everyone that I sound like his dead mother, but this was never something he told anyone while she was alive. So I think he's just convinced himself after she died that this was the case and he keeps telling everyone that when he closes his eyes it's like he's a little boy again.
It makes me really uncomfortable because he made this big show off getting choked up after I sang in the Christmas concert and tried to touch my face when he walked past me later. And I don't want to be touched by a man that beat the hell out of me most of my life.
But my twin brother gave me an extra tight hug as I was leaving and it almost made me cry. It probably meant nothing to him, but that made the entire weekend of general awfulness worth it.
I even knew it was coming, and tried very much to avoid, but my Mom seemed hellbent on making it happen.
I was living with my Mom at the time, as was my oldest sister, Tracy, and her two kids.
Tracy and me never got along up to this point, and us living under one roof just made it worse.
At one point during Christmas, right around when everyone was getting seated down to eat, I misunderstood a comment of hers as an insult (Thought she was making a crack at my weight, but the comment doesn't really matter, ultimately), and started to get mad, and when I got mad about it, everyone else at the table started to get mad at me.
Now, I am the first to admit I have a very short temper and lose it pretty easily under the right pressure. But, when I feel like people gang up on me like that, I tend to get even more emotional, mostly in a defensive way. I knew it was a very bad idea to lose my temper at the dinner table, especially on Christmas, though, so I opted to step out of the dining room and went to my room and calm down for a bit.
I mean, that's a good thing to do when you're on the verge of losing your temper when you really can't afford to, right?
Well, my Mom didn't seem to think so. She came into the room barely a minute later and started demanding that I come back. I said no, she kept at it, and I just fucking blew up on her. I didn't even get mad at her, so much as just start yelling about how mad I was at Tracy, and how I was fed up with it and etc, etc. Mom got all butthurt and went to the bathroom to cry and I felt like a complete shithead. I calmed down and went back to dinner and apologized and went back to Christmas dinner as usual.
I felt bad then, but in the end I knew I'd done the only thing I could have to avoid making a scene. But Mom sometimes just can't leave shit well enough alone.
She also has this tendency to make me feel like a dick for having anger in the first place. Like I'm a jerk, whether or not I actually lose control of my temper, because having it in itself makes me a dick. Just one reason I really don't miss living with her.
I still love her to death, because otherwise she's really awesome. She does everything she can to help everyone else out whenever they need it, and really busts her butt for the family, more than anyone else does. But dear Lord, I hope we never have to live under the same roof ever again.
Nothing like a few fights here or there to get shit out in the open. :P
"Sandra has a good solid anti-murderer vibe. My skin felt very secure and sufficiently attached to my body when I met her. Also my organs." HAIL SATAN
Cold turkey and beef sandwiches are so good
"I would rather not have my picture taken right now please."
"So you don't love me? You won't let me take your picture so you must not love me."
And I know it is not entirely her fault and that most of it was just how she was raised by a terrible excuse for a mother combined with her depression.
But I can feel every bit of happiness leaking out of me as soon as I enter that house.
By some act of god my flight is still on time this morning.
Edit: Just to be clear, that was directed at Godmode and not Rhylith.
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You don't know me from a block of cheese, but please know that I feel for you. I'm sorry you've had to deal with this.
I just needed to vent. Things have greatly improved since I was a child and I'm just really relieved that none of the kids are stuck at home anymore. It's easier to put up with during the holidays now.
Man, I feel bad for everyone else because my family is awesome and I love hanging out with them and I look forward to seeing any and all of them when they visit.
Dang, New Year's Eve is expensive
I've never done a bar thing for it before, but that's probably what my roommate and I will end up with
And some of this stuff is pricey as shit
They are usually either too dark and kinda boring or too full of loud people on regular days...
Can't imagine what new years would be like.
I really prefer low key stuff with a few friends and some movies.
Fucking drunk drivers make me nervous as hell.
I definitely think good company and chill is the way to go.
"Sandra has a good solid anti-murderer vibe. My skin felt very secure and sufficiently attached to my body when I met her. Also my organs." HAIL SATAN