Why I hate Turkey Day

For most people Thanksgiving is a holiday to spend time with family and give thanks. I personally hate Thanksgiving. It’s not like I don’t have anything to give thanks for. I do, its just that every Thanksgiving I always end up spending it with my mother’s family. It seems like every year it just gets worse and worse. Last year I opted not to go and went to spend Thanksgiving with my dad and his family, but that just made everything even worse.

My grandparents don’t like me. Don’t try and tell me they do cause trust me they don’t. I used to be the favorite until I discovered the truth about the way our family works. Now I have fallen out of favor with them. Not that it bothers me anyways, cause it’s not like they ever did anything for me anyways. Last year after I never showed up for Turkey day, my aunt calls me to bitch at me for not going over there. She said that it was wrong of me not to spend time with my family on Thanksgiving. I said that I did spend time with my family, my dad, and grandarents, and aunt’s and uncles who all live out of town who I only ever see once in a blue moon. She got all mad at me cause apparantly they have never done anything for me my whole life. Like she would know. They have been there more than anyone on my mother’s side of the family. If I go to my mother’s parents for anything they are like sorry we can’t help you right now, but if my brother asks for anything he gets it.

I guess they are mad at me cause I still talk to my dad and associate with his family. My brother doesn’t. It’s like they are asking us to choose sides. I want to be able to please both sides. My dad’s parents don’t mind that I still talk to my mom’s family. They are that spiteful. When I first moved back to Pittsburgh to go to school, I lived with them. They supported me. Now I am living with my own mother and she makes me pay rent and half the bill. My own mother who has never in her whole life has given me a dime to help raise me, is taking half my paycheck every 2 weeks. My dad’s parents who have 10 grandchildren, gave me a roof over my head, food, and all the basic neccessities of life. Not because they had to but because they wanted to. It’s not like they have a whole lot of money either.

Here’s what kills me about my mom’s parents. Tomorrow I will go to Leah and Alec’s house for Thanksgiving dinner. All the family will be there. I will have to listen to everyone say how I am screwing up my life. Why you ask? Because I’m going to school for communications, journalism, and marketing and not for math or science. Every time I see them I hear someone say “Jennifer you are so smart and talented why waste it on something stupid when you could become a doctor, or engineer or something else that makes alot of money” Maybe these people don’t understand that I don’t want to choose my career based on how much money I am going to make. I want a job that is going to make me happy. I don’t care how much money I make if I am not happy then it is not worth all the money in the world. Sure I am smart and good at math and science but I hate it.

Then I have to listen to them badmouth my father and make my mother look like a saint. She’s not. I’m not saying that my dad is perfect but he has done alot more with his life than my mother has. My mom sits at home all day in the kitchen smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee, while my dad bust’s his ass to give half his hard earned money to my mother every month. Then my mom bitches at me cause I don’t do anything with my life. No I just work two jobs and go to school, but because I come home from work at 6 in the morning and want to sleep instead of doing a load of laundry I am lazy. Meanwhile she sits at home all day and does nothing. Then she tells everyone what an ungrateful daughter she has and I have to listen to my grandparents tell me how I should help her out more. What else do they want me to do????? I give her $400 a month and am busting my ass trying to get and education. I don’t see them offering me any money to pay for school. I have to pay for everything myself and I work hard to do it.

Well hopefully I will make it through Thanksgiving tomorrow without killing anyone. And if you don’t hear from me again it’s probably because I am in jail for murder.