So last Christmas, I was living in Arcata and for the record, I was in a relationship with a man who is not a particularly festive person. I had to work on Christmas and Christmas Eve, so my parents decided to come up for Christmas dinner. I thought this was a very nice gesture at the time - driving for hours to be with their daughter who couldn't make it home for Christmas. However, I thought too soon!!
This year, for the record, I'm living with my sister and my Christmas has been significantly festive-er than last year. So last night, my mom corners me in the kitchen after blathering for hours about nothing and asks me (insert significant, whispered tones here) "So how's your Christmas this year?" "It's good. Much better than last year." "Oh good. We were so worried about you last year!"
Yeeah. So now the nice gesture becomes "We were afraid you were going to descend into a mire of depression because of your terrible boyfriend and choice of place to live, so we felt we had to drive up there to save you!!!!!!!!!!!!" Sweet. But like, I think I was actually okay.
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But you weren't. You were In Danger of Becoming Depressed!!! :)
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