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God dammit
Dec. 10th, 2009 03:23 pmMy grandfather and step-grandmother are coming for Christmas.
Fuck this.
Okay, I've bitched about them on here before, I know I have. These people are family only in name. They've been absent from our lives for something like five or six years, and we've been completely okay with that.
But now, after exchanged letters full of half-assed explanations, excuses, and guilt-trips, they're coming down for three days.
They are NOT staying here. They are NOT staying for Christmas dinner. This much we do know.
And I am NOT pleased with this. Because if there is one thing I cannot stand, it is being guilt-tripped. And if they even try it, I will explode, and this will be a very un-merry Christmas for everyone.
FUCK.
Fuck this.
Okay, I've bitched about them on here before, I know I have. These people are family only in name. They've been absent from our lives for something like five or six years, and we've been completely okay with that.
But now, after exchanged letters full of half-assed explanations, excuses, and guilt-trips, they're coming down for three days.
They are NOT staying here. They are NOT staying for Christmas dinner. This much we do know.
And I am NOT pleased with this. Because if there is one thing I cannot stand, it is being guilt-tripped. And if they even try it, I will explode, and this will be a very un-merry Christmas for everyone.
FUCK.
