Christmas is hard for me. I loved it growing up. I didn’t mind all the religious aspects. I could pick and choose what I internalize and make it work for me. I like the idea of kindness and care. I politely expressed what my wishes were for this day. It’s 6:35 am and they have already been trampled, torn apart and ignored. I didn’t want to read the lectures and advice sent by relatives, so he insisted in reading them to me. I explained why I wouldn’t be taking them to my extended family and he told me to deliver a message to them.(It was an inapproriate and rude.) I explained that not everyone believes in Christmas as a religious holiday and I have no right to share things with my grandchildren that are against the parents wishes.
So like the others he spent hours lecturing me. He did it in person so I had to listen.
So now, any great memories that Mom made for me are shattered and torn. All the things I loved and associated with the season are soiled and angry. I am truly sorry I got up early and gave him his gift so he would have something to celebrate. The rest of us all agreed to no Christmas.
I don’t know if he realizes that he hurt me.
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Question of
Do you ever feel like someone who loves you hurts you on purpose?
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Yes
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No
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Question of
Can others truly ruin your memories?
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Yes
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No
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I understand how you feel … I’ve often been in a similar situation
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waoo, nice post GhostWriter 🙂
hamza – really? did you read it. I am so sad.