Happy Fucking Easter

I am not big on any holiday season. I like the time off work. It's a nice break. But the inevitable family drama developes that makes me start to hate that family is involved with holidays. My mother really does try so hard. In her way.

To weeks ago my she called me to inform me that Easter would be on Saturday at 1:30. Good. Deal. Done. I continue with my life. Busy making plans for the rest of my weekend. Thursday I will go to my friend Michelle's and hang out. Drink wine and smoke, catch up. I haven't seen her in a while. Friday I was arranging brunch with my friends, Roy, JB and Mark. Go to the gym. Friday night was going to be something low key as going to my parents the next day. Lunch with the family on Saturday...fly with the boys on Saturday night. Sleep most of sunday. I love sleeping all day on a sunday when I don't have to work the next monday. And monday hang out around home. A little laundry, pack a little, clean out my closets. What a perfect weekend. I was so looking forward to the holdiays. Fun.

My mother called Monday and left a message that the lunch was moved to Friday. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. There is a good reason. My niece has some soccer thing on Saturday. So of course she moved it to Friday. I understand. I know this sounds simple but I am not prepared to change my plans. Mostly based on principle. There is a little more to the story. I also turned down a couple of other invitations. Things I really wanted to do. I feel I had made my compromise. I made myself available for Saturday. I am not free Friday. That's all. But it hurts her. For that I am truly sorry. It makes me feel like crap. But I also need her to respect me. I also feel like I have the ying and yang in me at all times. My choice makes me happy. Yet that same choice hurts someone else. Happy fucking Easter.