On the on year I did it was horrible and involves one of my ex-girlfriends she is the one who invited me actually. It was the worst Christmas for me ever. Let’s get this started so I can be done with it.
I left Portland on an early flight, and by early I mean 8 am. I was to be in Las Vegas by 10 am where my ex would pick me up and we would go meet several of my friends and go to breakfast. This was all planned out several days before. Should have known better…
I dash off the plane as we had been a bit delayed, not my fault people on that entire flight I sat in my chair and minded my own business. I spoke to no one; I didn’t even order my normal Bloody Mary that I get when I fly in the am. Nothing it was not my fault at all. I make my way thru McCarran to the pick up area. Carry on for me thanks! And waited… and waited… and waited some more… After about 30 minutes I start calling around and the first one I get a hold of was my ex… OK I called her first. And she dam near jumps thru the phone and down my throat…
Ex: Why are you calling me to pick you up?
Me: Because you said you wanted to get everyone together for breakfast…
Ex: Breakfast? It’s close to 11 maybe you should have thought about lunch instead!
Me: Well we can order what ever we want…
Ex: My boss invited me to go to lunch this morning so I can’t see you till later…
Me: Uh? What? I thought…
Ex: God you’re going to do this again, arn’t you…
Me: Nope, I’ll take a cab to Phil’s
Ex: Good, I don’t see why you didn’t have him pick you up anyway…
Me: Cause you said you wanted to pick me up…
Ex: What ever… Bye
Totally my fault Should have got back on the plane and gone home right then and there, my inner voice was screaming it with a load speaker… Did I listen? Nope…
I got on a bus going to the Gold Coast where I would have lunch and call Phil and we could hang out. Well Phil had just finished work and need to take a bit of a nap but would be cool to hang out in a couple of hours. No problem there was a theater in the Gold Coast so I would just catch a movie.
After the movie and hanging out with Phil, He got a call from my Ex, she said she was on her way…
So she picks me up and we head out to Starbucks for some coffee and to sit on their patio in the warm evening air. All of my friends showed up for this as I had called them. But before they got their my Ex was looking at gifts in the store and we were chatting, she apologized for being “A Bitch” and it was just all this stress she was under, cooking decorating, shopping and me of course…
She was eyeing this gift pack and asked if I though her boss would like it… I said does he drink Starbucks? Of course he does, she said. Then he will like it. Well can you spot me $25 to pay for it; I get my bonus tomorrow and can pay you back then… And
So we all say good night, she and I start to head to her house, of course she was hungry and had no food at home even though cooking had been one of her major stresses these days… Ah well Blueberry Hill is always open. As we are seated in the both, we order and soon she is leaning up against me, telling me how much she missed me and soon her hand was not where it should have been. This was one of her favorite things to do, give me a hard on and make me walk out…
So that’s just what she did, and at this point I was well beyond caring, I just wanted to get some sleep.
We get to her house and I really expect to see the place decorated… Because she had been working on it for weeks.. and nothing, not a dam thing… I think she saw it in my eyes, she tells me she is going to get e tree tomorrow and we will decorate it. The one good thing was that her son was with her so at least I got to hang out with him and get caught up.
OK two days till Christmas and we will pick up our story there, but lets just say I spent a lot of time baby sitting Jack while she worked, not that I minded but I thought I was on vacation…
Christmas morning, ah it was great her son was up before me and the two of them opened their Christmas gifts. I stager down stair about an hour later and grab some coffee and sit down by them. Now, I will tell you I am not real big on getting presents, just kind of feel embarrassed when opening them.
I told Jack to get the gifts I put under there for both him and his mother, he told me that mom already opened them all up and even gave his to him to open up. OK, a little strange but fine child Christmas morning gift opening… I understand but hers? And well should have hopped on the plane then as well but nope had to stick it out. She gets out of the shower and gets dressed and comes down stairs…
She walks right by me says nothing, I say Merry Christmas! I hope you liked your gifts…
Ex: What the fuck does that mean?
Me: I hope you like your gifts is…
Ex: Don’t worry I have gifts for you!
Me: I didn’t ask but that is sweet of…
Ex Oh and you are going with Phil to his girlfriends parents house for Christmas dinner.
Me: I don’t even know them; I thought you were cooking…
Ex: I am but I don’t have enough, and Jack is going to his Grandmothers…
Me: So how much do you have?
Ex: Enough for me and Steve (her boyfriend)
Me: I’m sure…
At this point she grabs some tissue paper and goes up stairs. Me I go out into the garage to smoke, and wish I had a beer or whiskey even…
She come out to the garage with a wrapped gift under her arm and hands it to me… Oh were going to do this out here?
Ex: Yeah why not…
Me: OK (opens gift)
Me: wow a coffee sampler from Starbucks… oh that reminds me you never gave me the money for this…
Ex: No this is a different one, this is their premium sampler, it costs more than the other one….
Me: Says $25 right here on the back…
Ex: Lets just say she called me very name in the book and made some up to boot.
I stayed with Phil that night, I would have stayed longer but Phil really was not set up for any kind of long term, meaning over night guest studio apartment kind of thing. I went home on the 26th Home where my family was, where I am loved, where they know how to make a dinner and have left-over’s to prove it.
Christmas wish seven; I wish all to know the love of home this and for all Christmas’s to come.
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