This is the last damn Christmas I am ever going to spend with my parents.
One could imagine some other families would take a break from the constant arguing when the holidays arrive. Well, in this nuthouse it just gets worse. There isn't a minute without screaming, shouting and general discontent. My mother and father resemble two babies sitting on a sandbox arguing about the ownership of a yellow plastic bucket. The two grown-up people are acting far more childish and immature than my 11-year-old sister.
I have to get out of this godforsaken place, permanently. Even if I have to live under a bridge. There's only so much irrational and aggressive behavior I can stomach.
At least we get to go to my grandmother's house for the traditional Xmas dinner. Maybe those two assholes will bother pretending to be civilized human beings for the short while we're in there.
Anyway, Merry Christmas to all Everythingians.
I hope at least yours is filled with some love.