I spent all day watching half of The Vampire Diaries (season 1) while I waited for it to be dinner time. When it rolled around, I was expecting just four of us (five, including me) to have a nice dinner. There was one seat at the end of the table. Three on one side and two on the other. And my brother in law was going to sit on the couch at the other end. I was wondering why there was two extra chairs on the other side. Then I heard my sister say, "Bring in one more chair!", I started freaking out and looking around all helpless. I sat down, looking all around me, uncertain and lost.
I thanked nephew for saying sorry to me (I'll explain it in a post and then link it to this post) because of that one time. I thanked bro in law for being a part of the family. I thanked sis for getting me those EA concert tickets. Thanked mom for always being there for me. And then I had to thank those damn idiots too because I had to.
I served myself and started feeling uncomfortable but functional. Second serving, really awkward. Third-ish serving, I needed to get the fuck out of there!
And I did. And I never came back out of the room. Went into the bathroom, put my fist in my mouth, bit it (because I wanted to scream "FUCK!") and then threw down the toilet paper to the ground. Came back out and started trembling and whenever I heard my sister laugh, my stomach would clench and tighten.
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