Not looking for pity. But if you are having an awful December holiday, you aren’t alone. This may be a chance to unload. I’ll start.
My apt was flooded with rain 4 days ago, at ground level. For 4 days, my studio apt, carpet has been soaking wet, footsteps squishing, like stepping in a puddle. Property management wont do anything, hope I can talk sense into them before the floorboards rot and cave in.
You? It’s OK, you’re not alone.
I missed Thanksgiving because my mom tried hiding her illness from us while we were out of state and she was home alone.
I only found out because my neighbor asked me why there was an ambulance at my house…
I don’t blame her or anything for the Thanksgiving. And because of all the amazing help from friends, neighbors, and family, I’ve never been more thankful in my life.
However, watching your mom inch so close to death and pass out in your car on the way to the hospital does something to you at 17. No matter how much support you get from others, you can’t shake the realization that you are completely and totally helpless.
For those wondering, my mom is doing much better! It was scary at the time, but with proper care and lots of IVs during her hospital stay, she pulled through.
Tl;dr: mom became deathly ill on Thanksgiving. She luckily made a nearly full recovery though.
Edit! Happy holidays to all you miserable and non-miserable fucks! :)