subotai
Bluelighter
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when I was 5 years old my brother told me Santa wasn't real and showed me the presents hidden in the basement.
when I was 8 years old, my brother smashed a bunch of ornaments because my parents didnt get him NFL Blitz as a gift and it was the one thing he asked for. first time I remember seeing my mom cry
when I was 12 years old, my parents fucking hated each other and my Dad threw the two gifts my Mom had gotten for him in the trash without even opening them and there was a lot of door slamming that day. My brother (who was 15 at the time), decided he had had enough and me and him took my Dad's truck to go see Fat Albert in the movie theaters because my uncle got us free passes. It was a shitty movie
I didn't know what to ask for when I was 14 because I had enough World of Warcraft time already so I asked my parents to get me coal for christmas. they did.
When I was 15 on christmas eve, my aunt drank way too much and my Mom got all bitchy about the smell of alcohol at the dinner table and my aunt made a comment about the divorce and my mom started crying. I got a bunch of clothes that didnt fit
when I was 21, my brother showed up to dinner 3 hours late because he had to pick up his girlfriend from the ghetto and I wound up snorting heroin in the downstairs bathroom while we waited for him because I sure as fuck wasnt going to wait. dont even remember what I got that year, I told everyone to stop getting me gifts so I wouldnt feel as awkward when I didnt get them anything
the only positive Christmas memory I have is getting a Game Boy Color when I was 9 or 10 along with Pokemon Yellow but my Dad wouldn't let me play it until we got home and I could have been like halfway to Pewter City by that point. what the fuck
Why do you hate Christmas? besides the obvious and well-known reasons?
when I was 8 years old, my brother smashed a bunch of ornaments because my parents didnt get him NFL Blitz as a gift and it was the one thing he asked for. first time I remember seeing my mom cry
when I was 12 years old, my parents fucking hated each other and my Dad threw the two gifts my Mom had gotten for him in the trash without even opening them and there was a lot of door slamming that day. My brother (who was 15 at the time), decided he had had enough and me and him took my Dad's truck to go see Fat Albert in the movie theaters because my uncle got us free passes. It was a shitty movie
I didn't know what to ask for when I was 14 because I had enough World of Warcraft time already so I asked my parents to get me coal for christmas. they did.
When I was 15 on christmas eve, my aunt drank way too much and my Mom got all bitchy about the smell of alcohol at the dinner table and my aunt made a comment about the divorce and my mom started crying. I got a bunch of clothes that didnt fit
when I was 21, my brother showed up to dinner 3 hours late because he had to pick up his girlfriend from the ghetto and I wound up snorting heroin in the downstairs bathroom while we waited for him because I sure as fuck wasnt going to wait. dont even remember what I got that year, I told everyone to stop getting me gifts so I wouldnt feel as awkward when I didnt get them anything
the only positive Christmas memory I have is getting a Game Boy Color when I was 9 or 10 along with Pokemon Yellow but my Dad wouldn't let me play it until we got home and I could have been like halfway to Pewter City by that point. what the fuck
Why do you hate Christmas? besides the obvious and well-known reasons?
