Stress rant overload

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Dear conscience:

Xmas Day into Dad's new house. Which means more stress to come and piss me off when i have to participate in some gay little game like a mug. My dad may be 56, but i swear he will willingly subject himself to embarrassing games like Logo or turn into a complete b***h whenever Bobbins (his other half's grandson) is around and ignore everything i try to talk him about.

Sometimes i wish my mum was still alive. She wouldn't stand for this at all. If she had beaten cancer and my dad had died from pneumonia 7 years ago, i would never have moved up North and he would never of had his head turned by that supercilious, holier-than thou, horse-faced b***h called Carol Beer and her useless waste of s**t sisters that will never amount to ANYTHING.

I'm listening to Debbie (my dad's other half) screaming and screeching like an annoying banshee with an antihistamine while playing Logo. Her histrionics and infectious laughter is enough to irritate even Jonathan Ross. And that's just me being honest.

Next year, I'd rather spend Xmas on my own, cook my own dinner, open my own presents and spend the day on my own rather than endure people I DO NOT EVEN KNOW being so loud and obnoxious in the living room.

As for my brother and sister, i envy both of them. Both are younger than me and have jobs, social lives (in London and Manchester respectively) and relationships to enjoy while I'm stuck as a boring, loveless and grumpy recluse with no car, a half decent job and no social life. All i ever do is keep my house tidy and walk my dog, while surviving day after day

If there's anyone out there enduring the same stress on Xmas Day, i feel bad for you. I shall be drinking myself to death while the annoying circus clown festivities continue in the room next door to me.

This is Alex. Signing off.

Gawd family sucks, doesn't it?

i wish it was better for you

how ru doing right now?