Boring Christmas

Christmas was fun. My grandmother and her sisters came up from South Carolina to spend time with us. My grandmother and I shopped pretty much every single day. Bath and body works is having their big sale so I had to go a little crazy. Everyone got what they wanted for Christmas. I only asked for a Sigma brush set. We had family and friends over for Christmas dinner, which I hate. I really would prefer. I was a little upset that my cousin did show up to see our grandmother. Our immediate family is small, as in just my grandmother, my mom and her three children and my aunt and her son. Oh well! During the time we spent together my sisters decided to “read” each other. When it came to them reading me they said that they feel like I don’t care about my family and I choose being around *Scott more than them. According to them, all of my family members that are close to my age feel this way.  So I told them exactly how I felt. Personally, I have always been the way I am. I was never around my family 24/7. I did live on my own for 4 years and have only been back with my family for a year and a half. I like to get out and do things with my life and I don’t find it fun sitting around doing a bunch of nothing with anyone. I promised them that I would attempt to show my face more often at boring events…. Maybe. Of course I missed *Scott during our little break from each other. One year we might be able to spend Christmas together.  Why did I think this would be more exciting to write about?