WHAT'S LEFT OF CHRISTMAS
29 10 2008
When we moved in with Mrs. Swan, we left a few things in the storage shed at the old place. Things like Halloween costumes and Christmas decorations. This was supposed to be OK with Chris’s brother and his sister-in-law’s brother who moved in with his girlfriend/wife and baby. After all, we did give them our washer and dryer. We went over there this evening to get Chris’s Ghostbuster costume for work and discovered this. The box containing all of our Christmas ornaments looked like it was full of trash.
I burst into tears. Then I took the box out to the car. I cried all the way back to our house. I cried as we sorted through debris trying to salvage anything and then I just sat staring at the wreckage while even more tears rolled down my face. Apparently the new tenants had a dog that had gotten into the shed, knocked over a bunch of stuff and went crazy with what ever it could get it’s teeth on. Who knows when this happened. They don’t have the dog any more. It probably choked on a shard of glass from my Babar ornament.
You know, it probably wasn’t a big deal to them. They probably thought “Oh… they’re just ornaments. They can go get some more from the Wals-Mart.” That’s where all Christmas ornaments come from right? Yup. I don’t even know how to finish this entry. There’s so much I want to say about Chris’s family (poor Chris…he was adopted). But I think mostly, I’m just done. I’m done with doing things for their kids. I’m done with going to their home for family events. Most of all, I’m done with pretending to be nice to people I don’t even like.
I’m sad.
Come live with me! So sorry Sister.
Oh God, honey. My heart is in more pieces than your ornaments. I can only say that you do have a lot of love in your life. Chris, Me, Gert, MGirl, we all love you and maybe we should have a tree party?
You are full. Saying when. I get that so clearly. Hold on to what you know to be true and right and keep focused on your goal of getting the effing eff eff out of here.
I have two more bedrooms. Bring the boy, and Hooper and we can commune!
Do I need to come up there and put some hurt on someone?
This is really my fault more than anybody else’s. I mean, I know how unreliable they all are, how white trashy they are, and I still didn’t move the stuff from the shed or the old garage, thinking that it’ll be okay. Nobody’s going to go into the shed for anything anyway, right? Of course, if there’s a way they can fuck something up, they can do it, and I know that.
Oh wow, that is so terrible! I am really sorry.
Cindy, oh no! This is terrible. You don’t have to be nice to people who you don’t like even if they are blood relatives, and these people are most certainly not even that. So screw em. Did they even apologize?? God, I’m pissed for you.
I am SO sorry. I know how much Christmas ornaments can mean. I just saw an elephant ornament somewhere the other day and it made me think of you. so so so sorry for your loss
[...] loud. Brian and Amiee, I’m not so sure about. I haven’t even seen them since I found my ornament trash. I haven’t said anything to Mom about it either (she is going to be soooo pissed!). I [...]