Packing...

• Lip Balm...Check
• Small Perfume for when it wears off...Check
• Tissues for when I cry...Check
• Mascara for when mine wears off from crying...Check
• iPod...Check
• Pappa's Ashes Softball Necklace...Check
• Camera, Pad of Paper, Pen for documenting the fight between two grown men...Check...Wait, What?

I do not want tomorrow to happen, and would rather just skip to Sunday, but things never happen that way. Tomorrow is one of my Uncle Bob's Memorial Brunch as thrown by my Aunt Marilyn. The first question in my head is not 'Will she be alright tomorrow", or 'Will Uncle Robert be able to get in and move around comfortably in his scooter', but "Is Uncle Douche going to be there"... Yes, its that bad anymore.

I do not know what to do, I mean I can ignore him, but I doubt two of my cousins will be welcoming to me, as they are his kids, and they hold the same disdain I hold to their father, to mine. It sucks because they are my closest cousins, and I love my Jaquolope and my Brandon. Sure, they are both at least five years older than me, but they are my family. I just wish my family was back to normal. I really wish none of this had happened, and that the one stable side of my family was back. It used to be my mom's side that was crazy with problems such as 'Is nana going to call me a whore if I wear this' or 'Do we need to bring chocolate, is the dementor coming'(yes, that is a nickname for my aunt, and the description is rather acurate). No, now its "I wish Christmas Eve was back to being us, Pappa, and Uncle Bill, Heidi, and the kids', and 'Is Uncle Douche going to be there?"

I just want my family back, and I know that that is never going to happen at this rate.