It's Christmas today. I don't have much money, so I told my mom that my present to the family would be to cook Christmas dinner for everyone who lived here. I spent the last 4 hours baking a honey and bourbon glazed ham, baked potatoes, fresh steamed broccoli with homemade cheese sauce and fresh bread from scratch. I told her what time I'd planned for dinner to be finished (Around 5:00)
My stepdad's children came to visit, and I don't mind, because hey, they're family, too! But they said they'd be there around 3:30-4:00, and instead showed up right before I finished dinner, and since none of them said they were hungry, the dinner I spent the last 4 hours making is sitting in the kitchen, getting cold. The bread is getting cold, and the cheese sauce is congealing. It's now 6 and mom and stepdad say they don't want to eat while we have company, even though stepdad's children are urging him to eat, saying they don't mind that we eat dinner while they don't.
Now, they're sitting out, planning what to play on the Wii while dinner gets colder still.
So...why did I bother? I told mom I didn't have money for presents, and instead chose to buy the ingredients to cook, as my "gift" to the family. And it just feels like they're letting that gift go to waste. Am I blowing things out of proportion? It's just what it feels like to me, and when I mentioned I might have to remake the cheese sauce, my sister jumped all over me, telling me to stop acting like a drama queen, and like everything was being ruined.
Sometimes, I hate the holidays. I really do. And now it's almost 6:30, and food's been sitting out, left to cool and congeal for almost 90 minutes, everyone is in the living room laughing and having fun, and I'm sitting in my bedroom, trying not to cry. Joy.
My stepdad's children came to visit, and I don't mind, because hey, they're family, too! But they said they'd be there around 3:30-4:00, and instead showed up right before I finished dinner, and since none of them said they were hungry, the dinner I spent the last 4 hours making is sitting in the kitchen, getting cold. The bread is getting cold, and the cheese sauce is congealing. It's now 6 and mom and stepdad say they don't want to eat while we have company, even though stepdad's children are urging him to eat, saying they don't mind that we eat dinner while they don't.
Now, they're sitting out, planning what to play on the Wii while dinner gets colder still.
So...why did I bother? I told mom I didn't have money for presents, and instead chose to buy the ingredients to cook, as my "gift" to the family. And it just feels like they're letting that gift go to waste. Am I blowing things out of proportion? It's just what it feels like to me, and when I mentioned I might have to remake the cheese sauce, my sister jumped all over me, telling me to stop acting like a drama queen, and like everything was being ruined.
Sometimes, I hate the holidays. I really do. And now it's almost 6:30, and food's been sitting out, left to cool and congeal for almost 90 minutes, everyone is in the living room laughing and having fun, and I'm sitting in my bedroom, trying not to cry. Joy.
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