Family Forum / Marriage / Divorce / December 2004

extracts from http://www.mymiserablechristmas.com/

137. Jingle balls (12/17/04) - Peter, Plymouth, Age 33

My Greek family was celebrating a traditional gathering. Wife, dog and
everyone else was downstairs so I went into the bathroom to have a
moment alone. My mother-in-law barges in just as I start to finish. She
screams, I yanked up the zipper. The ambulance is called. I had to have
9 stitches in the ball sack, plus spend X-mas evening and X-mas day in
the hospital. I hope they cancel X-mas.

133. I found her body on X-mas (12/17/04) - Rick, Florida, Age 28

Last year, 4 days before Christmas my fiancée, Who I loved more than
anything, got raped. She spent the next couple days catatonic some
times, uncontrollably sobbing at others. Christmas Eve she disappeared,
and I spent the night out looking for her, talking to the police, etc.
So I get home at 7 am Christmas day, to find my fiancée had made it home
sometime during the night, and cut her wrists in the bathroom. She left
a long note saying about how she couldn't take being with me after her
ordeal and that she would never feel differently. So I came home to my
fiancée’s dead body on Christmas. This Christmas I'm getting drunk and
avoiding everyone.

130. Five crappy Christmases (12/17/04) - Simon, UK, Age 31

Five years ago my mum was diagnosed with terminal Cancer. She was 47.
Christmas was awful, whilst mum put on a brave face we new it would be
the last. She died in June the following year. Four years ago my
grandfather went in for an operation to see if he had bowel cancer. The
surgeon failed to sew him up properly and he died. His birthday was on
Boxing day so this Christmas was even worse, no mum or granddad and my
grieving grandmother and father sat round the dinner table. The hospital
then wrote to us and claimed the sample they had taken was benign and he
didn't have bowel cancer in the first place. Three years ago my father
was gripped by alcohol. A daily heavy user he was unable to join me and
my brother for Christmas lunch. He spent most of the day in bed
drinking, pissing and sh.tting himself. At 53 this was a slippery slope.
Two years ago my father whom by now was a professional alcoholic died on
Christmas day just after lunch. Last Christmas I got drunk and high on
Class A drugs. I was close to giving up myself. This Christmas I don't
want to be miserable.

117. Mom was roadkill (12/17/04) - Chris, New York, Age 24

Well two years ago on Christmas eve my mom and I decided to visit my
aunt who was in the hospital, recovering from a kidney transplant. So as
we where leaving the hospital to get to our car my car we had to cross a
seemingly quiet road, when out of nowhere a car comes speeding down the
road hitting and killing my mother. Good Christmas, eh?

114. Thoughtless gift (12/17/04) - Anonymous, Scotland, Age 24

Every Christmas with my parents has been a nightmare, ending always in
tears, usually after physical arguments and fights. After finally
cutting all ties from my psychotic parents and living with my boyfriend
for 3 years, he breaks the only promise I ever asked him to make me
(only involving truth and betrayal - not a lot(!)), the night before
Christmas Eve. I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt because
I’ve put so much effort into getting him all the gifts he wanted and
cooking the right meal blah blah (his sorry a.s did nothing). He gives
me an ice cream maker. I’m allergic to milk. Real considerate. I’m only
glad I’m not hemophiliac - it probably would have been a piercing
voucher. Kicked him out on Christmas day to go to his family's house. I
had already bought all the gifts they wanted, no point in everyone's
Christmas being f.cked up.

111. Best friend dropped dead (12/17/04) - Sam, UK, Age 36

This December, my best friend from university decided he was going to
ruin all our X-mases by dropping dead in his house in a diabetic coma.
He was there a few days in his bedroom with just his cat, who must have
got hungry. A mutual mate got suspicious when the phone didn't answer
(he was always online) and the house was quiet, so he broke in and found
my friend dead. The funeral was on Dec. 22nd which was a lovely bright
crispy December day and also Winter Solstice. The service was in a
church...my friend had NEVER been religious and didn't believe in this
God he was being commended to. My friend was buried, not cremated as I
would have expected, which pains me to think of him laying there
decomposing forever. Then there was tea and cakes with relatives. Poor
sods, you should never have to outlive your children. This season has
been utter crap for me (apart from the bike club Charity Solstice Party
which was great). I lost my cat in November to cancer and my best friend
in December to diabetes.

108. Girlfriend in a coma (12/17/04) - Alex, London, Age 31

During 1998, my 27-year-old girlfriend whom I loved very much, became
ill. Eventually, after numerous doctors made various significant
mistakes, we discovered she had cancer. She underwent chemo and
radiotherapy, and had major surgery, but the NHS aftercare was pitiful.
Her family were notable by their absence throughout. Finally, whilst she
was still clearly very ill and should have been under observation, she
was discharged, suffered kidney failure shortly afterwards, and went
into a 2 week coma over Christmas. Sadly she should have died then, but
she was a fighter. Once she came round she was seriously disabled, the
cancer had taken firm hold again, and she died without dignity, or her
family, on Easter Sunday 1999. Despite counseling and support from
friends, I'm still wracked with guilt, full of anger, and can't move on.

106. Killer Christmas present (12/17/04) - Kyle, UK, Age 20

On 25th December 1988 me, aged 5, and my 8-year-old sister ran into the
living room to open our presents. Unfortunately our parents had put our
main present (a mini snooker table) right in the middle of the room and
my sister hit her side on it. Her spleen was ruptured and she died later
in hospital. I remember being very unmoved by it all. I cried because my
parents wouldn't let me play with the snooker table.

97. Nowhere to go (12/17/04) - Maria, New York, Age 48

My Christmas will be awful. The police sealed my apartment and threw my
family out for allegations of drugs. Where will go? I have nothing - no
money, no friends. I wish I had the nerve to kill myself. I'm walking
around, but inside I'm dead. What can I do? Where can I go?

94. Christmas should be banned (12/17/04) - Anonymous, UK, Age 34

The only memories evoked by Christmas for me are of breaking up with the
woman I loved, and the death of my father from cancer at the ripe old
age of 55. These days, those feelings are enhanced by the constant
bitching from my miserable wife who hasn't got an ounce of love or
goodwill in her fat carcass. Christmas has to be the worst time of year
and it should be banned.

93. Puke on X-mas dinner (12/17/04) - Danny, Michigan, Age 22

When I was 5 my mom and dad got divorced and my mom kidnapped us cause
she didn't want him to have custody. We went to California and spent
Christmas with my mother’s aunt and uncle who where drug dealers. We
went to a restaurant and we had dinner my brother ended up puking all
over the table and all the food was covered with puke. My cousin just
turned away from the table and continued eating while the waiter who was
trying to clean up the table started puking himself. It was just a
horrible mess. It was the worse X-mas I ever had.

91. Dad died in my arms (12/17/04) - Pete, Philadelphia, Age 33

My Father suffered from cancer for several years, before dying four days
before X-Mas 1994. We snuck him out of the hospital, so he could die at
home in his bed. He died in my arms, from internal bleeding. It was a
horrible mess, my mother lost her mind. We tried to have X-Mas that
year, it was very dark. We opened gifts he had bought, and wrapped
several months ago, the gift tags were in his handwriting. My mother
continues to go insane every X-Mas.

90. Lost all my limbs (12/17/04) - Chris, North Carolina, Age 22

Two years ago, after finishing my second semester at college, and about
to start my Christmas break, I began to feel quite ill. From having hot
flashes to cold chills within minutes, and a 104 degree fever. My
parents decided to rush me to the hospital. It turns out that I
contracted a rare form of meningitis, which could have been prevented if
I would have gotten the vaccination. Meningitis affects your
circulation, and my hands and lower legs started to lose life, and turn
blue/black. I had both of my legs amputated at the knee, and both of my
arms amputated right below the elbow. Because I didn't pay $60 for a
simple shot, I will never walk, write, or eat without any sort of
assistance. What a wonderful Christmas this turned out to be.

bogey