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With the picture enlarged so much my eyes looked wonky and my skin looked like shit and the whole thing was hideous. We weren’t really social media official yet and my DMs were blowing up with questions. Inside the big flat box was a blown up canvas photo of Brendan and me, one that I’d posted as a story on Instagram one night, but then dirty-deleted the next morning because 1. I figured it was some clothes or makeup or something, and waited until Christmas Eve, when I had nothing to do, to pick it up. It was something big because it wasn’t in our building’s normal package storage and I’d need one of the front desk girlies to get it for me. I kept being like, “Sure Mom, I’ll go check,” but kept putting it off. She was a little bit bummed obviously, but kept excitedly asking me to check my mail because she’d sent me something. No, I wanted to sit around alone, feeling sorry for myself with the option to hang out with Brendan if I wanted to.

My mom tried to come and visit me for Christmas, but I bluntly let her know that I didn’t want to see her. I hate the way he speaks to me, like I’m his annoying child.Īnyway. Seriously? I felt less bad after that because Brady is also an asshole. “I don’t feel right accepting this since I didn’t get you anything,” I said. It couldn’t have been anything for me because we weren’t exactly in a gift-giving place. And I especially felt like an asshole when I dropped Winnie off on Christmas Eve (Brady’s birthday) and Brady greeted me with a gift bag. I was like, “Wow, he probably thinks I’m such an asshole.” Especially with the context of his parents’ nasty divorce. I thought I was being subtle, but then Brendan shook his head at me like I should stop. Later we went to dinner where I attempted to passive aggressively belittle Brady’s family’s little Christmas gathering. So the birthday bouquet was a sweet and perfect gesture and Winnie gasped and said, “Awwwee!” She’s so cute. She loves our weekly trips to the flower market to get fresh arrangements for the apartment, has a whole flower garden at Brady’s, and would wear exclusively florals if she had her choice. It seems like a weird gift for a three year old, but Winnie absolutely loves flowers. Later, Brendan came over with a big bunch of flowers in a glass vase. “Don’t sound so excited!” I said sarcastically.

“Oh,” Brady said, sounding disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to report me. We couldn’t keep up the charade without him calling some sort of child protection services so I was like, “I’m right here.” “Where is she?” Brady asked, sounding concerned. I appreciated her strategy - pretending I wasn’t around to see if Brady would talk shit about me. “No,” Winnie said without even hesitating. At one point he was like, “Is your mom there?” He didn’t and she talked his ear off about everything else. I sat there eavesdropping to see if he would mention any details about his surprise party or their upcoming trip. Later, Brady FaceTimed Winnie from work so they could open gifts together. I was going to need an antiseptic bath after that. “Olive, we don’t do that, remember?” the teacher said in a disapproving tone. One of Winnie’s schoolmates, a cute tyke named Olive, trotted over to us, grabbed my hand with her grimy, sticky one and then spit a mouthful of chewed up cupcake into it. I’m like noted, remind me to never tell you anything personal about myself. She was also telling me other stuff she really shouldn’t have, like whose parents were splitting up and who lost their job. I hung out with Winnie’s teacher in the corner and she filled me in on the latest classroom drama and politics (Winnie is the bossy queen bee, who’s surprised?). I was thinking “Aww, you little living nightmares aren’t so bad.” Most times Sometimes I feel like Winnie is the only kid I want, but maybe a little gaggle of children wouldn’t be so bad. It was very cute at first with all the kids flocking around Winnie and chasing her around and commenting on her dress. I decided to stop by to see what this little shindig was all about.

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Plus Winnie loves her school, her friends and her teacher so it worked out perfectly. At least that’s what I had to tell myself to keep from having another meltdown.įor her birthday, Winnie had a party at school which was a relief for me because I couldn’t imagine hosting all those little mean creatures off campus. Winnie doesn’t know what day Christmas falls on so it didn’t really matter what day we celebrated as long as we had a good time.

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