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yggdra_sil) wrote2011-12-31 10:55 pm
yggdra_sil) wrote2011-12-31 10:55 pm
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Bleh
I hate it when life does that.
Yesterday I was in my bubble, content and planning for my first ever perfect New Year's Eve (and Afternoon): getting sushi, watching DVDs, reading, dozing, and having it all to myself. Well.
This morning Mum asked me to go with Dad and G*mother to the operetta in her stead. I understand why she didn't want to go - she's got the sniffles and a nasty cough; but I hate operetta, and she knows that. But apart from that being with G*mother at the operetta means having to go to the restaurant afterwards with parents, G*mother, and aunt and uncle. And after that sitting together, watching horrible TV shows, and waiting till it's fucking 12 o'clock and drinking champagne. I hate champagne. And I hate those TV shows with a passion.
Well, I was pissed, obviously. But instead of simply letting me be and calm down somehow, Mum comes in and does that fucking whiny thing where she tries to make me feel bad for what I feel (and somehow telling me spending this last week doing nothing was somehow not normal. Ha!). I wasn't angry at her for having a cold, for fuck's sake. I was angry ... at the universe or whatever. Normal, healthy anger about never ever having a chance of getting away from that old bat of a G*mother. Not petulance (even if it sounds like that :)). I'm just ... tired of her, tired of her machinations, her monopoly of our lives, of her temper tantrums, and of her emotional cruelty ...
Anyway, "Wiener Blut" was everything I expected it to be. Dinner was ... not worse than expected, which means it was barely okay. And sitting together comes now. Oh goody. I'm all aquiver now.
That manipulating, conniving old bitch!
Yesterday I was in my bubble, content and planning for my first ever perfect New Year's Eve (and Afternoon): getting sushi, watching DVDs, reading, dozing, and having it all to myself. Well.
This morning Mum asked me to go with Dad and G*mother to the operetta in her stead. I understand why she didn't want to go - she's got the sniffles and a nasty cough; but I hate operetta, and she knows that. But apart from that being with G*mother at the operetta means having to go to the restaurant afterwards with parents, G*mother, and aunt and uncle. And after that sitting together, watching horrible TV shows, and waiting till it's fucking 12 o'clock and drinking champagne. I hate champagne. And I hate those TV shows with a passion.
Well, I was pissed, obviously. But instead of simply letting me be and calm down somehow, Mum comes in and does that fucking whiny thing where she tries to make me feel bad for what I feel (and somehow telling me spending this last week doing nothing was somehow not normal. Ha!). I wasn't angry at her for having a cold, for fuck's sake. I was angry ... at the universe or whatever. Normal, healthy anger about never ever having a chance of getting away from that old bat of a G*mother. Not petulance (even if it sounds like that :)). I'm just ... tired of her, tired of her machinations, her monopoly of our lives, of her temper tantrums, and of her emotional cruelty ...
Anyway, "Wiener Blut" was everything I expected it to be. Dinner was ... not worse than expected, which means it was barely okay. And sitting together comes now. Oh goody. I'm all aquiver now.
That manipulating, conniving old bitch!