Through the mess

Well, if you read my little timeline thing, you know we're mostly clear of EVERYTHING for a whole...2.5 weeks? And even then, that's MY birthday, so I don't much worry about it besides making sure there's food I like and spend the day snuggling up to people I love. So pretty well stress-less.

We made it through our anniversary weekend (last week) pretty well. Snuggles, and movies, and friends. An evening of giggling at Master and his friend when he underestimated the Kraken and drank more than he should have.And he tends to dislike rum to start with, so more amusing than it should have been if you add in that little bit of knowledge.

This weekend...Not so good. I hate holidays. More importantly, I hate holidays that tend to be family centered/oriented. I tend to be told no one is planning on doing anything, and then find out they went and did XY and Z. Together. As a family. Conveniently not informing one of their children. Granted, this is not 'my' family. This is the males family. And he's the child who is not informed. I dunno. I guess it just bothers me since if it WAS 'my' family, I wouldn't have an issue with doing the 'Hey, that fucking hurts. Why the hell do you tell us you're not doing anything over a long weekend, and then an hour later I get to start seeing posts on my Facebook feed about how all of you went and did (whatever)?' talk. As it is, they're not 'my' family. It's made clear to me every time I try to mention something that's bothering me. Or every time someone needs to ask ME for something. It's ridiculous. If you need to ask me a favor, why call, ask for your son, and then have him ask me? Couldn't you have just asked when I answered? If I mention 'Hey, it was kind of shitty to find out that ya'll invited everyone else to do thing X when I had JUST asked about it and was told it wasn't happening' to anyone it's a 'Oh, well, we didn't plan on it' or 'We told Master (obviously they don't call him Master :P).' Additionally annoying when I ask him about it and he wasn't told. ~shrug~

It's just... GAH. We moved back here to be near Master's family. They wanted to be involved with him and any kids we'd have. Not to go into to much detail, there was begging and crying and damned near threats because they were being 'cheated' by us living one state over. So, when job and housing opportunity was better here than there, we went ahead and moved back. And now... This shit. I just dunno ~shrug~

Sorry, I'm using this as a place to randomly vent again. I really shouldn't. It's not the intent, overall, but when I sit down to write something, sometimes this randomness is all that comes up, ya know? And then I go 'screw it, I need to update, and this is all I've got' so onto the interwebs it goes.