My ghosts are coming back to haunt me

I'm at a loss for words. I mean, I can type out what I'm thinking...but I'm in such a state of shock anytime I try to speak, tears well up and fear grips my tongue.


Christmas Day is going to be hell.



My favorite day in the entire year...something I look forward to with all my heart...a tradition I'm loathe to give up...

And it's now ruined.


Today has already been draining. I'm on my period (2nd day), I'm exhausted both physically and mentally, I just want to take a nap but I have work in 20 minutes...it's just been a long day.


Then it just had to get worse.


I went to check the time on my cell phone in my last class when I noticed I had a text from my mother. I haven't enjoyed getting a text from her in awhile since they're usually all about her wedding (which I dread) or about how much she "misses her baby girl and how things used to be between us". Gag me. This text wasn't any better. In fact, it was much worse.

"Just letting u know, from the text I just got, your dad will be at gma's on christmas day."

Aside from the terrible grammer and the use of text langauge (which, as an English major, drives me up the wall), this text was the worst thing that could have possibly happened to me.


My father, the one who left us for some woman he met online, the one who disowned me after reading my post about my true feelings concerning the divorce and his remarriage, the one who hasn't spoken directly to me in almost a year, he's coming to my grandma's during my favorite celebration of the year. The one time a year I see all of my favorite family members in one day where we spend the day sharing news and presents and good food and laughter and Bingo prizes and he's going to be there.

If he was the only one I was going to have to deal with, I might...MIGHT be able to handle it. But 10 bucks says he's bringing his whore...I mean, his new wife. And she's pregnant. Goody.


On top of that, my mother is getting married a week from tomorrow and I still can hardly stand her chosen signficant other either.


So I'm going to have to deal with it on BOTH sides!!! And the whole time I'm going to be expected to smile and be happy and pretend like I'm not dying on the inside.


I'm not going to be able to do it.





And now I'm sitting here trying to piece myself back together so I can go to work...


Just four more hours and then I can completely break down...if I survive that long. If you're reading this and you see me in the next couple days, please do not bring up Christmas or the fact that I look like a kicked puppy. You might lose your head. Fair warning.