Every day of the year, my mother treats my life as something that needs to constantly be changed and edited to meet their expectations. She demands I spend my hard earned paychecks her way, she tell me everything i do around the house is the wrong way of doing it, and they nag me about my eating habits. all despite the fact that I'm 28 and should have my own say in the matter. Then comes Christmas time. I have to buy gifts, spend time with, and be overall nice to that hypocritical old freeloader who has made my life 10x harder and guilt trips into thanking her for it. And I'm the bad guy cuz i don't want to watch some Christmas Carol spinoff crap with her? I'm somehow in the wrong for not enjoying a holiday revolving around being nice to people I wish would die. Take your stupid dog who you clearly put more care into then you ever did for me and go back to your own home which is literally only a few blocks away.