The holidays remind me why I never see my family. Christmas day was terrible. Loud blaring music, dumb fights, boring food, and no place for privacy when it became too much. New Years dinner? My mom is always convinced something is wrong and asks me if I'm okay a thousand times. They pushed all the leftovers on me despite them endlessly telling me I have to lose weight. They were mad and chided me for eating raw fish at a sushi restaurant. They pulled off my scarf and told me it isn’t cold. And my brother's wife's father called one of the waiters a slur. That one is a new one and my parents didn't approve but still fuck that. Also, I am pretty sure my mom is racist against middle eastern people.

And they wonder why I don't want to hang out tomorrow, especially not "wake up early so we can walk to church." Never really understood the whole atheist thing.


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