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this is the longest post ive ever written, so i don’t care if you dnr. click off now.
since it’s so long i’m gonna break it into two parts, how the day went and the conclusion.
dedicated to @kim k as she said she didn’t want to be disappointed about the next posts and an honest thank you for reading almost every post i made like this.
1. Chirstmas day
went to sleep at about 3 AM last night. my brother woke me up at about 13 and went down for breakfast. or so i thought.
went down, unprepared and asked my dad what should i eat. he said wait as his wife’s making a “christmas buffet”.
nothing could’ve made me prepared for this, the fakest interaction in my life.
dad came up with the idea to say what we were grateful for this year. he said this family, the money we have and bullshit like that. truth is it’s falling apart.
they live in a difunctional family with a control obssesed husband that is a huge asshole when he wants and runs his mouth with bullshit that is just “family family family” like fucking Dom Toretto. his new wife (he divorced my mom) has unresolved childhood trauma and they always fight about raising my brother and his family propaganda shit.
my poor stepbrother is caught in the middle at 7 years old, nothing to say.
after that fakeness i couldn’t stand it anymore and went at my uncles place with my brother. my uncle and his family are really chill, nothing to say. i watched the sopranos with him and my brother hung out with our cousins.
rest of the day went fine. before dinner, we went home.
and guess fucking what,
my brother “disrupted” our home’s royalty, my dad whilst he was on the phone (he just called his name twice). my dad got super pissed off and denied him sleeping at our uncle (he wanted to, tonight)
he went crying upstairs (he’s 7).
thing is when i was in the same situations a few years ago, even if my brother was small he always tried to comfort me.
i wanted so bad to do the same.
i just can’t.
i’ve never known how to tell people it’s all okay and make them feel better.
and i hated myself.
i hated hearing him cry and me not doing shit to make him feel better.
i’m a horrible older brother.
i just don’t know how to help.
i don’t i ju
anyways he calmed down, we watched a stand up show and yeah.
fortunately for him, my cousin convinced my dad to let him sleep over and that was the end of that.
i could’ve had a normal christmas if the fourt order didn’t say to split each year’s events.
my mom and her bf (whom i get along with really well) went to a family friend (whom i also get along with really well) and they aren’t all posh and shit like my dad and his side of the family and i can acttualy be the real me with them. they’re richer than my dad so idk fucking jealousy maybe? i don’t care really.
anyways that was the end of part 1 i might just not post the conclusion since that’s just gonna be more self hatred towards myself and i’ve thought about writing about how forcing interactions and forcing people to get along just hurts in the long run so yeah that might stay in drafts.
holy shit this was so good to write and let out of my system.
since it’s so long i’m gonna break it into two parts, how the day went and the conclusion.
dedicated to @kim k as she said she didn’t want to be disappointed about the next posts and an honest thank you for reading almost every post i made like this.
1. Chirstmas day
went to sleep at about 3 AM last night. my brother woke me up at about 13 and went down for breakfast. or so i thought.
went down, unprepared and asked my dad what should i eat. he said wait as his wife’s making a “christmas buffet”.
nothing could’ve made me prepared for this, the fakest interaction in my life.
dad came up with the idea to say what we were grateful for this year. he said this family, the money we have and bullshit like that. truth is it’s falling apart.
they live in a difunctional family with a control obssesed husband that is a huge asshole when he wants and runs his mouth with bullshit that is just “family family family” like fucking Dom Toretto. his new wife (he divorced my mom) has unresolved childhood trauma and they always fight about raising my brother and his family propaganda shit.
my poor stepbrother is caught in the middle at 7 years old, nothing to say.
after that fakeness i couldn’t stand it anymore and went at my uncles place with my brother. my uncle and his family are really chill, nothing to say. i watched the sopranos with him and my brother hung out with our cousins.
rest of the day went fine. before dinner, we went home.
and guess fucking what,
my brother “disrupted” our home’s royalty, my dad whilst he was on the phone (he just called his name twice). my dad got super pissed off and denied him sleeping at our uncle (he wanted to, tonight)
he went crying upstairs (he’s 7).
thing is when i was in the same situations a few years ago, even if my brother was small he always tried to comfort me.
i wanted so bad to do the same.
i just can’t.
i’ve never known how to tell people it’s all okay and make them feel better.
and i hated myself.
i hated hearing him cry and me not doing shit to make him feel better.
i’m a horrible older brother.
i just don’t know how to help.
i don’t i ju
anyways he calmed down, we watched a stand up show and yeah.
fortunately for him, my cousin convinced my dad to let him sleep over and that was the end of that.
i could’ve had a normal christmas if the fourt order didn’t say to split each year’s events.
my mom and her bf (whom i get along with really well) went to a family friend (whom i also get along with really well) and they aren’t all posh and shit like my dad and his side of the family and i can acttualy be the real me with them. they’re richer than my dad so idk fucking jealousy maybe? i don’t care really.
anyways that was the end of part 1 i might just not post the conclusion since that’s just gonna be more self hatred towards myself and i’ve thought about writing about how forcing interactions and forcing people to get along just hurts in the long run so yeah that might stay in drafts.
holy shit this was so good to write and let out of my system.