I'm not sure if i can share this story here. I'm sorry if it was in appropriate but its a true story.
This is from when i was 14. My mom and sister went to my grandma’s place for Christmas for three days.
Which felt normal except nobody argued before leaving.
Which should’ve scared me more.It was just me and my dad. Two days before Christmas, my dad sits me down like he’s about to announce a merger.With a very serious face he says -Santa is coming over tonight. I’m like, wait what?he says He’s coming with friends. They need to talk. Negotiate. I'm thinking negotiate what? Toy shortages? Then he gives me rules ,Stay in your room,do not come out ,do not open my door no matter what
At 14, that’s not protection.That’s bait.Late at night, I hear noises that definitely aren’t jingle bells. I become curious and I walk down the hallway. I open the door a bit and peep and in that exact moment, my brain connected dots I didn’t even know existed.I didn’t see Santa.I saw my dad in a situation where Santa was very clearly not delivering presents. More like Santa was receiving my dads present from his backdoor ( if you know what i mean).That’s all I’ll say.I closed the door.Walked back to my room and sat on my bed.And suddenly everything made sense -Why my mom went away for Christmas Why dinner was cancelled ,why nobody was cheerful ,why Santa needed privacy.They were planning to tell me about the divorce after Christmas.But congrats to me i unlocked the truth early . This is still my childhood trauma.
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