Can I state something without sounding like a total bitch? I don’t (per say) like holiday’s with my boyfriend’s family. I know that people have different interests, but mine aren’t near what theirs are, and I don’t like arguing with everyone on a holiday. Don’t get me wrong, my family is perfect by any means. My family, however, only has one weird “tradition” and it hasn’t happened the past two years (and I don’t think making a Black Friday plan counts.)
My boyfriend’s family loves playing video games. I underlined loves because I honestly believe that it’s a bit of an understatement. It’s kind of like an obsession. I’ve played a total of maybe 4 games with them, and I’ve absolutely hated it. It’s not your typical board games like Monopoly or Apples to Apples, it’s games like Acquire and Settlers, which I’d never heard of until they mentioned it. It’s not just that the games are VERY involved, but it’s the fact that they are VERY competitive. I, of course, had to learn how to play these games and I’m not the type of person that’s really interested in playing board games. I’m not a fan of games at all, actually, unless it’s Life or Apples to Apples (I favor Cards Against Humanity but my parents wouldn’t favor the way I play) because those are just generally what I find enjoyable. His family takes it to the next level. Disclaimer: sorry if you like this damn game, but I do not. They were playing this game called Munchkin and I was (angrily attempting) to learn how to play it. My boyfriend’s nieces were playing as well, and they’re both still in the single digits of their ages, just to give you a bit of an idea. HIs siblings are both in their 30’s and you would think have their shit together by now (Spoiler Alert: They don’t.) That being said, we start playing this game and his (over 30 year old) brother starts throwing the biggest fit because of the card his child laid down, since next was his sister and it benefitted he and hurt him in the game. He started throwing a fit and I wanted to get up and leave more than anything. He bitched the entire rest of the game. This also happened when we played Acquire as well, minus his children.
Another thing that I don’t like is his parent’s enjoy having (many) animals in their house. His sister never really moved out of their house and recently had to go to court and does community service for animal abuse for having too many animals in her house in the city limits. She had around 6, I think? The limit is 3. With that being said, there are more animals in the house now than there were originally as well (not to mention her dog had puppies.) Their house reeks of animal dander. Don’t get me wrong, I love my animals, but I only love them because they’re outside. My boyfriend claimed in the beginning of our relationship that his mom was allergic to their dander and the only reason she could stand them was because of how often they got baths. Well, apparently he was the only one who bathed them whenever he lived there, because the house stinks to the point that it gives me a gigantic headache. It never. goes. away. It’s that forever kind of lingering smell and yesterday I was SO thankful that it didn’t smell like that and actually smelled of food. Then today I was disappointed in the smell, and also by the fact a used hairbrush was touching the food that I was about to eat. There are a total of 3 cats in their house and 8 or 9 dogs in the house. YES, I said 8 or 9 dogs. Just for count: His sister has 2. His parents have one tiny dog, two brother dogs, and another one on top of that. One is his brothers, but basically stays over there, and another is supposed to be his friends, but his parents want to keep it… That’s 8 dogs along with 3 cats that are currently in the house. That is ELEVEN ANIMALS.There are more animals than people that live in that house and maybe it’s because I didn’t grow up with animals in my house, but I find it extremely disturbing. Especially when they pee and poop on the floor and everyone acts like it’s nothing. Today, I had one of them sitting on my foot the entire day. Now my foot itches constantly and it’s an annoyance that will not go away; and I know Casper didn’t put itching powder in my shoes.
I feel so terrible saying all of this, but I need to let it out so very badly. They also have no time constraints on anything (and are also professional hoarders, but I won’t go into that because obviously people will know what I’m talking about right when I say it.) Yesterday was their “thanksgiving” and it was also my nieces’ birthday parties and my nephew’s as well. My sister pushed back the party time 4 times for me, so I had to make it there by 4, his parents’ Thanksgiving was at 1. (It was my niece’s first birthday party, and my father is currently not in town and has not been for a month due to circumstances beyond his control—thanks to protestors and dumbness. No, my father is not a cop. He has no return date either. If these weren’t the circumstances, my rush to get there probably would not have been so large, but she was turning 1 and obviously knows who I am by now, and two of the other ones had birthdays then too. One of my nephews also returned from his dad's after a week, and I hadn't seen him in a month due to their child share schedule.)
We arrived at 1:20.
The only people in his house were his parents, his sister, and his cousin (whom lives there, so doesn’t count because all of these people practically live there.) It was 20 minutes after we were supposed to start eating. My boyfriend gets extremely frustrated from the get-go and begins to do whatever they tell him to do. I sat on the couch and played on my phone because I was 50 shades of not interested. There was also nowhere else to sit and I had to climb a path to get there, BUT that’s another story for another day when I’m pissed off. His nieces were at his parent’s house as well because his brother had dropped them off there when he dropped the turkey off to cook there (which I do not understand because he has an oven as well.) His sister states that “she wasn’t late” and my boyfriend laughed and said “you never left.” She then rebutted with “Yeah HUH, I went to the store with mom!” *insert none face there for obvious reasons*. His cousin then shows up at 1:45, and his dad starts making the stuffing (about time, right?) They start making other things while I’m chilling on my ass, and then get information that his brother is now going to the store…He was supposed to go to the store 2 hours earlier to get more supplies for making food. My boyfriend, at this point, was livid because we showed up later too and were still the first ones there with nothing done but what cooking my boyfriend had done the night before. (That’s right, it took him a whole HOUR to bake 4 pies.)
They proceed to do things until his brother calls once more and says he’s sorry that he just got to the store because he went and got an oil change. I’m sorry, but what?! He got an oil change?! His dad goes “well they’re not open on Sunday’s.” Well guess fucking what. They’re fucking open on Monday’s and if you know you have to be somewhere, then fucking BE THERE. Don’t be 4 hours late because you went to get an oil change. His cousins husband also then proceeded to complain that he did not want anyone to leave because he did not get to spend Thanksgiving with his family since he had to work, and wanted to with this family...
I feel like at this point I need to make a side note. My boyfriend’s parents live further away from the school I attend which is 45 minutes from my parents’ house. my boyfriend’s parents probably live a good hour and fifteen from my parents’ house. Rough estimate.
THAT BEING SAID, I’ll continue my bitch-rant (since I’m a professional bitch-ranter, obvi.) It’s around 2:45 now and my boyfriend had made gravy, they’re starting to get food on the table, but are waiting for his brother. His brother calls and says he’s on his way there, that he went to get an oil change since it was on his way there and had went to the store and everything. Might I mention that we live about..hmm… a mile away from the car dealership where he gets his oil changed? Might I mention that he lives a mile and a half from us? SO: He lives a half of a mile away from the car dealership and it was “on his way to the store.” Well no shit sherlock, it’s on your way every time you DRIVE any time.
He gets there around 3 and we proceed to eat. Keep in mind, we still need to be at the party by 4 and it takes an hour to get to our destination. We start eating, etc etc; that shit and eventually got to the party a little after 5. Yep…a whole hour later. ALL BECAUSE MY BOYFRIEND’S FAMILY IS FULL OF FUN.
Yep. Fun.
And I love my boyfriend, he’s the complete opposite with some of the same tendencies that they have (but nothing near theirs) and I love him to death. I plan to spend the rest of my life with this man, but I don’t know if I can spend the rest of my life with his family, too.
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