no seriously, I'm not a "scrooge", or a "Grinch", and for the love of pink hamsters please stop calling me one!
In my life there has never been any kind of happiness during the holiday season, I try to be happy for others while sad for myself, but I guess it comes off as insincere or something.
I'm truly genuinely happy your significant other that you met 10 nanoseconds ago bought you 50 bajillion expensive and thoughtful gifts, quit asking me what I got/am getting-because the same as every year, I get nothing, because no one cares.
Not everyone has a loving family to spend time with, yes I hid in the bathroom and cried for 20 minutes after hearing how difficult your Christmas was going to be because you have to go and pick up gifts, and spend time with 4 different groups, and last year you needed to make two trips, because your SUV couldn't hold everything. Last year I got...a used notebook. It hurts, and just because your holidays are filled with joy and magic, love and togetherness, doesn't mean everyone's are.
This year, since I'm not welcome at one side*, and the other side I'd get to hear what lovely and thoughtful gifts everyone else got,while they watch me try to not cry, and then when I do, they attack me verbally for not being "filled with the holiday spirit", and bringing them down, and I should "get over myself, already, and be happy, it's KRIIIIISMAAAAS".
My holiday plans involve volunteering to work, and/or sitting with my cats, who actually appreciate me, and being unhappy does not make me a "grinch", it makes me human, if I were a grinch I'd be constantly reminding you how miserable I am, and how because I'm miserable, you shouldn't be happy. Instead I just try to leave or hide in a corner before I can't hide my tears, so I don't ruin your day.
It's been made abundantly clear that I'm not loved or wanted by anyone, so can everyone just leave me the hell alone until say, march please?
*husband's family(I don't really have a family)not welcome because apparently my non-selfishness has somehow "tainted" my nieces and nephews, and the older ones have questioned why their parents aren't more like me.
In my life there has never been any kind of happiness during the holiday season, I try to be happy for others while sad for myself, but I guess it comes off as insincere or something.
I'm truly genuinely happy your significant other that you met 10 nanoseconds ago bought you 50 bajillion expensive and thoughtful gifts, quit asking me what I got/am getting-because the same as every year, I get nothing, because no one cares.
Not everyone has a loving family to spend time with, yes I hid in the bathroom and cried for 20 minutes after hearing how difficult your Christmas was going to be because you have to go and pick up gifts, and spend time with 4 different groups, and last year you needed to make two trips, because your SUV couldn't hold everything. Last year I got...a used notebook. It hurts, and just because your holidays are filled with joy and magic, love and togetherness, doesn't mean everyone's are.
This year, since I'm not welcome at one side*, and the other side I'd get to hear what lovely and thoughtful gifts everyone else got,while they watch me try to not cry, and then when I do, they attack me verbally for not being "filled with the holiday spirit", and bringing them down, and I should "get over myself, already, and be happy, it's KRIIIIISMAAAAS".
My holiday plans involve volunteering to work, and/or sitting with my cats, who actually appreciate me, and being unhappy does not make me a "grinch", it makes me human, if I were a grinch I'd be constantly reminding you how miserable I am, and how because I'm miserable, you shouldn't be happy. Instead I just try to leave or hide in a corner before I can't hide my tears, so I don't ruin your day.
It's been made abundantly clear that I'm not loved or wanted by anyone, so can everyone just leave me the hell alone until say, march please?
*husband's family(I don't really have a family)not welcome because apparently my non-selfishness has somehow "tainted" my nieces and nephews, and the older ones have questioned why their parents aren't more like me.
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