So much for having a good Christmas Eve.
Started to suck about 9:30 this morning when my mother decided to act childish.
I called and asked if it would be okay if I were to show up to dinner at the most an hour late because Michael really wanted me to go with him to have Christmas with his daughter and whathaveya.
But no, my mother started balling and guilting me into not spending christmas eve with my boyfriend.
Why do I let her get to me so much?
After I got off the phone with her, pretty much in tears because I knew that I'd be spending the day without him, he hugged me and then we finished his christmas shopping.
Then the day started to suck more when his truck wouldn't start because the battery died, and then he locked the keys in the truck.
Now I'm sitting here missing him and waiting to go to my Grandma's to have christmas with my mother and the rest of her family, which my sister will not be attending.
I know this is childish, and I understand my sister has good reasoning for not being able to make it up here this weekend, but why is my mom okay with her and my brother-in-law missing christmas but it's not okay for me to show up no more than an hour late?
It's fucking retarded I tell ya, Re-tard-ed!
Hopefully tomorrow Michael with join me in venturing to Novi for Christmas with my dads side.
Or maybe he'll surprise me and show up at my grandma's this evening when he comes back from his christmas.

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