My Family Sucks

     So, because of Rob’s truck having to go into the shop, we haven’t been able to leave for our 17 hour drive until today. It’ll be xmas eve when we finally arrive.

     So this means Rob will be spending his xmas at my house. I thought it would be kind of nice, that maybe Rob could spend xmas eve at my parents house too, but apparently I’m not allowed. My dad used the excuse that my old room was too messy, there was a bunch of crap in it and there wasn’t enough room. And he somehow already knew that Rob is allergic to cats. *sigh* wonder who told him that? I’m sure the whole family is thinking, "what’s she doing with a guy that’s allergic to cats?" because that’s sort of my thing: animals.

I had a really good cry when I found out I couldn’t stay at my parents house. That’s the first time in my life that’s happened.

I called my grandma to let her know what was going on too, so she knew. She sounded really disgusted when I told her that I wasn’t allowed to stay at home. She said that she’d wake us up early so I could make it over to watch my brother open his presents. That’s really what this is all about.

This morning when I woke up though, I had visions of showing up xmas morning, my dad answering the door and him telling me that I wasn’t allowed in…and the code on the lock box changed too. Then I started to cry. I imagined myself running into the house, beating up my mom all over again, screaming, "you can’t take my brother away from me too", and reinforcing to everyone how much of a fuckup I am. *sigh*

Anyway, it’s 2pm and we’re only just leaving now. Rob’s still at the shop with the truck, I’m waiting for him to come back so we can load up. Thought I’d put a little quick entry in while I still can. But I should go. He’ll be here any minute.