I got my annual, end-of-the-year fuck you “how ya’ doing” text from the ex today. He just wanted to let me know that everything that has ever gone wrong in the history of the entire world is still my fault. You know, in case you were wondering. Bless his heart. It’s just not the holiday season without this festive assault on my self-esteem.
I keep thinking to myself that one of these days I should write a cathartic, tell-all book, and then wouldn’t all hell break loose? In the meantime, in a strange sort of way, I look forward to this unsolicited, if not predictable, bitchfest communiqué. It reminds me that all is right with the world.
Until recently, I had a personal trifecta, of sorts, in December … Christmas, my birthday, and my wedding anniversary, all three occurring within a week’s time. I’m sure that the latter — or memory thereof — is in part responsible for my ex’s strict adherence to his twisted tradition.
I still have my trifecta … only it’s Christmas, my birthday, and New Year’s Eve. And I’m good with that. Great, in fact.
Only now, apparently, I’ve reached the age … or mentality … where going out to celebrate anything is overrated. It’s just not worth navigating the roads or the overcrowded parking lots of bars that are as equally overcrowded, not to mention loud.
I could claim that having attained a certain level of maturity (Remember?? I did mention my birthday right off the top… ) allows me to reflect on the fact that I don’t really need the hustle and bustle of the pub scene or a fancy dinner at a restaurant with cocktails after in order to enjoy this trifecta of holidays. I could say that the exorbitant amount of money I would no doubt throw away on libations and obligatory feast would be better spent elsewhere. I could even explain that drinking followed by the carnival ride that is the commute through my neighborhood is a dangerous and irresponsible thing to do.
There are so many valid reasons for my lack of celebratory motivation.
The fact that there is a week-long Doctor Who marathon currently airing on BBC America is completely irrelevant. Irrelevant, I tell you! Now, where the hell’s my remote!?
Well happy birthday 🙂 Binge watching a series you love sounds like a fine way to celebrate, if you ask me! I prefer staying in, this time of year…
I’ve always preferred celebrating at home than going out (what ever the occasion). This Aspie brain finds it is less bothered by unwanted stimuli, and remembers better if the senses aren’t assaulted by unwanted sounds, noises and smells. And at long last, after 47 years of married life, the wife has finally come to a similar conclusion!
Any way, enjoy your trifecta, and I hope you have many more 🙂
enjoy it to the fullest where you are most comfortable and happy. sounds like you’ve done that, so happy birthday. i also prefer a low key relaxed birthday at home )
Oh god, my Dad does that to my Mum and my brother and I. How ungrateful we all are, can’t imagine why my Mum left him,lol
Oh well, Happy New Year!
Happy birthday and Dr. Who sounds perfect. Return to sender on the envelope might be fun next time.
Happy Birthday! And I can also highly recommend binge watching the Australian series Wanted – really fun Thelma and Louise
You had me at Dr. Who…. and the remote… is in MY hands 🤣
Happy New Year! I hope you had a fantastic time with the good Doctor and some peace and quiet. (And the odd Dalek, of course.)