MisfitAmongMisfits wrote:
Christmas is supposed to be a happy time of joy and love. I have some
extremely vague memories of happiness during christmas from my early
childhood.
That said, all my holidays are spent wandering between fear, rage, and
bitterness. I used to live with my parents until very recently, despite
my age. And every holiday, they got dead drunk (instead of the daily
``just plain drunk'' that I was more used to). Both are ill and on the
kind of medication where such alcohol consuption equals to playing
Russian roulette with live ammo in half the chambers --- I'm starting to
believe they are still alive out of pure spite. It is not fun spending
holidays being constantly afraid that in their drunken stupor will kill
themselves, me, or the entire neighbourhood because of an accident.
Now that I have finally moved away from there, the situation is better,
but I still spend my holidays worrying. I know there's nothing I can do,
but despite all the problems I have because of my parents, directly or
indirectly, they are not evil people, and they are very important to me.
And then you have the heralds of the consumerist society force-feeding
you their hypocrite agenda and their latest raped versions of
traditional christmas songs.
And finally, the consumerist society never fails to remind people how
holidays should be spent with someone you love. And my life is sad and
lonely.
Fear, rage, bitterness. I would gladly trade these for a bit of loud
chaos among relatives, even though it hurts too. It wouldn't hurt as
much, and maybe there was something to gain.
I feel similarly about Christmas, though for some different reasons ('though parents feature heavily in my reasons for not liking Christmas too). I'm sorry it's such a hard time for you. I hope being distanced from the situation a bit makes this year a little easier for you - you're right that you can't take responsibility for your parents' health.