Christmas Survival

Christmas with my extended family is notoriously chaotic. It just is. It is not something that we really enjoy doing, but it’s like… a mandatory part of being a part of the family. Usually it is just a few hours of chaos and noise and receiving some presents that I don’t want or need and wish people hadn’t spent money on. But this time…. this time was fucking chart topping. You see, I have this cousin, who is literally the worst person I’ve ever met in my entire life. He is fucking insane, and he is a hardcore alcoholic who drinks a handle of vodka to himself every fucking day. He drinks until he pukes up blood and he gets abusive toward his family when he’s drunk. He’s like 30-some years old and his parents still let him live with them despite this. They can’t bring themselves to throw him out onto the street, even though he completely deserves it. Anyway, it’s Christmas and we are at his parents’ new house that they just moved into, and he’s fucking drinking like crazy on the sly. He’s getting gross and over emotional and fucking crying and shit. I kinda have a feeling something bad is going to happen, but I’m hoping we will be out before it does. My boy and my brother and I drove together, so I tell them we should head out. My parents are about to leave too. We get all of our shit, we take it out to my brother’s car. We come back in to say a last goodbye to everyone, and as we approach the door we hear all kinds of fucking yelling. My garbage cousin is totally losing is fucking shit at my dad. Because my dad told him he needs to go to AA, and that what he’s doing to his family is not acceptable. His parents are restraining him and he keeps yelling that he’s going to kick my dad’s ass and shit like that. So I’m like… well… we can’t fucking leave now, we’re not going to leave my dad here while he’s threatening him. My mom is there, she’s telling my dad not to say anything else, saying we should all just leave. Then suddenly she fucking loses it. She charges over to garbage cousin where his parents are holding him and starts yelling “Get your fucking shit together! You are scaring your family. Get your fucking shit together” and a bunch of other shit that she yelled at him and my brother and I were like…. holy wow man. We’ve never seen our mom lose her cool and yell quite like that. It was so unexpected and just totally intense and we were both really proud of her. Other shit happened, lots more yelling and garbage cousin freaking out and generally being the worst person ever. He punched a hole in the wall of his parents new house. He alternated between crying / apologizing and screaming / raging and talking shit. He kept talking shit about my dad and my brother finally lost it. He started yelling, “don’t fucking talk to my dad that way! Don’t talk to anyone that way!” and I was proud of him for defending our dad and how he handled himself in general. We left shortly after that. The whole thing was just so fucking gross, like I can’t believe that such a terrible person even exists, and this kind of behavior from him is just like… normal for his family. They are used to dealing with it. But we were not going to sit by and watch that shit happen. Ugh. Yeah. It was some next level shit. Really awful and disgusting and uuuuuggghhhh. Anyway, yeah. Whatever. It is over, we survived it. That kid needs to be in a fucking institution, and I hope he does get institutionalized, like for a whole fucking year. That’s what he needs man. That’s the only thing that could possibly help him at this point in time. Sooooooooooooooo yeah. that was a few days ago and since then I’ve basically just been hiding and not really doing anything. It is a gift to myself, merry fucking christmas to me. I have things I need to take care of tomorrow, but today is free and I’m going to try and relax and breathe and just… be. You know? Yeah. I DO need to head out to the store and get some supplies and stuff. I should do that like *soon* bordering on *now* yup yup. cool story guys. yup. nice.


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