her possible mouth (suchcartography) wrote,
her possible mouth

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I almost didn't write, for fear of sounding dramatic, but. I suppose I'll just say it.

This has been the worst Christmas of my life. I woke to the news that my dad was taking my grandma to the hospital. I was already sort of awake and was putting myself in order, but that had to cease and I ended up just leaving to go get my brother so we could go to my mom's. The day was going to be weird enough, going to my mom's for breakfast (brunch, really) and then to my dad's for dinner...but then Grandma was not good. What were we supposed to say to my mom? She wanted to know, but even said once we'd shared that it was too painful and that we needed to stop talking about it. Fantastic. Dad kept us in the dark all day and I ended up back here, where I finally got to talk to Nickie, but then back to Dad's I went. We ate again and then bummed around until we went to see Grandma - but Dad hit my car backing out of the driveway because he forgot it was there. So cool. Then we went to the hospital to see my poor gramma and I walked out crying. I hated today. No one should ever hate Christmas.

I think that all I want now is to be left alone.
Tags: emotional nonsense
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