Fuck you, 2014!

Let’s start at the beginning, in November I got a new job which was great considering my previous job was consistent only in never paying me. So, new job… Yay, right? Um… No. Right after Thanksgiving I got laid off. After 3 weeks. Laid off! Fired! I was devastated and pissed. Things at home were already rocky with financial stains, marital issues, and the impending sense of doom from the holidays which I hate. Yes, I hate Christmas. Get over it. I do, however, like my son and all the adorable Christmas ornaments he has made over the years only to find out whilst putting up the Christmas tree that, that particular box somehow didn’t make the move to our new home last year. Fucking beautiful. So, a holiday that I half ass decorate for is now far more pathetic and well, just sad. My son, who is more sentimental than I wrapped a large ribbon around the tree while his father sat in shame staring at the floor. Not that it was my husbands fault. I mean, the big clearly marked box full of irreplaceable heirlooms sitting right next to the boxed up Christmas tree could have been missed by anyone. Right?

Next up, quantity time with the fucking loved ones. Don’t get it twisted I love my family to death. I really do. Really. I just wasn’t looking forward to sneaking my family through the door of my step-dads home hoping no one notices the lack of gifts in our hands before precariously lingering around the Christmas tree as if we had business there. Then listening to the rhetoric of my born again christian parents who have found marital bliss from a cohabitation free zone tell me that God has a plan and faith will show me why I lost my job. If you can’t see how that joyous occasion is in need of large quantities of tasty adult beverages then imagine it sick. My real Christmas gift was waking up with strep throat. For fuck’s sake. REALLY!!!

Moving on. New Year’s. A time for reflection and renewal and watching the clock wondering if I really have to stay awake until midnight. I was more than ready for this shit filled bag of a year to be over and soon enough it was. The next day my husband and I fought all day and most of the night and finally the “D” word was used. Yep, we are getting divorced after nearly 17 years. D.I.V.O.R.C.E.D. Wow. Divorce sucks but maybe it will make 2015 a better year in the long run. That could happen. It could be better than 2014. I’m feeling optimistic.

Did I mention I turn 40 this year?

FUCK.