Homecoming Horror

I cant believe that it has been 6 days since I posted. I'm sorry...LOL

It was Thanksgiving for all Canadians this weekend, so I went home for some good old fashioned screaming and food fights. I dont really get along with my family all that much, so for me to make the effort to go visit them, and have a sit down dinner with all of them, requires some patience, and a lot of booze.

What age were you, when you realized that your parents home, is no longer the place you consider home? I mean, I left when I was 18....i lived in my university city for almost 5 years. When I was finished school, I had to have surgery on my ankle because it broke too many times, and I purposely had it where I went to school, so that I was hours from my family. I didnt want to leave Windsor. But when I woke up from surgery, there they were, and they took me home. So I recouped from surgery, and got a job, lived there for 3 wretched years, and moved to the states. Lived there a while, decided to come back to school, moved home for 5 weeks until I got a place in Windsor again, and here I am.

This weekend, having my own home to come back to, I realized that I HATE going to my parents house. I have never gotten along with them as people. they're my parents, and that's it. We dont know anything about eachother, as people. They have never met any of my boyfriends, or been involved in any part of my life. Its funny, I have been friends with this guy for 10 years. Like GOOD friends. They only met him 2 years ago.....

Okay, let me give you an example of why pulling your eyeballs out is better than an evening with my family. I have a VERY small family, 17 people total...both sides. 2 grandparents, mom and aunt, dad and uncle, and their respective partners and children, plus sister, and her family. Thats it...so everything we do, we do together.....they go out for dinner every friday together, they have dinner sunday ever week together, they WORK together, it's very close as they are eachothers best friends. And in spending all that time together, you get to learn a thing or 2 about them...and in spending that much time together, I have learned, that my family, well not me, my sister or 5 cousins, everyone in the parents generation and up, are EXTREMELY racist.

Its sick, I know.....because it's 2005. Fucking racism right??? But thats who they are. I dont agree with it, and call them on it ALL the time, but i cant control what comes out of their mouth. As a matter of fact, Jenny refuses "to hang out with my racists family anymore"...and I dont blame her. I'm starting to think like that too. MY aunt, for example is sitting at the table on sunday, drinking her 8th glass of wine *as my family are also a bunch of drunks* and A is over, and we're talking about travelling. I mention that A has been to Japan, and my aunt jumps in and says something to the effect of "I've have no deisre to go anywhere over there. I dont like that race". To which me and A look at eachother, and just about DIE.

I jump all over her, and tell her that she doesnt like an entire continent of people, but continues to support their economy by buy their exports.....plus how rude it was, and I couldnt believe she just said that. I was SO appauled, I couldnt believe she said that, and had NO problem saying that. My family is very well off, and is extremely well travelled. I'm SURPRISED that they have attitudes that are this disgusting......and you wonder why they've never met any of my boyfriends right?

You know, all I ever wanted out of MY life, children wise, was to adpot kids from southeast asia, africa, where ever...i want to have a family thats completely multicultural.......these are the reasons i think twice about it. Will they accept my baby from Cambodia? Will the accept my baby from India? Will the accept my baby from Tanzania? Probably not....assholes......rude ignorant fucking assholes...."I dont like that race".....thats probably the rudest, most disgusting thing i've ever heard in my entire life......

I cant believe the racism that exists still.....someone I know, HATES east indian people....all of them. He says they're cheap. So he's basing his opinion on that. We have gotten into countless arguments about his racial slurs, and I have told him that If I ever hear him talk about anyone like that, ever again, it will be the last time he talks to me. I have a wonderful friend from Bangladesh.....I cant imagine anyone NOT liking her, becuase of her skin color....it fucking makes me more sick than you'll ever know.

You know, my favorite opera is playing in toronto, and when I knew I wasnt going...i should have stayed in windsor. It was a sign of bad things to come....although, dont get me wrong, the weekend wasnt a TOTAL pisser. I spent LOADS of time with A, had dinner with her family, and took my neices to see Corpse Bride. *GO SEE that movie!!!* Actually, LOL...me and A watched the newest Amityville movie. It was creepy as hell, and she jumped like every 15 minutes over something. And she made me sit in the "scary corner" of her bed. Yes....she's afraid of a corner of her bed....I have asked, but I dont know why exactly, she's just afraid of it....maybe she should blog about it.

And, from now on, i'm going to stay at my sisters when I go home...its the only way to remain sane I think.