When did you realize no one cares about you #reddit

[ErikStoryTime]

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When did you realize no one cares about you? The year I was forgotten on Christmas, it sounds melodramatic and childish, but it speaks to past and more recent behavior in my family in so many ways. My parents are divorced, so there's the usual arrangement of Christmas Eve with one and Christmas Day with the other. Christmas Day was with my mom that year, and I was working a half day on the 24th. We're also a group of six kids, three are my biological siblings, and I have two step siblings.

We always pick a name from a hat and get a gift for one person, so there I am, checking away at work when I receive a phone call from my mom. She's asking when I'll be arriving the next day. She then makes sure I have gifts for everyone. What? Mom? Well, everyone got gifts for you.

Snotty tone of voice. Well, then I guess I'll try and run after work to fill my gift quota. Then Christmas Eve in a restaurant is busy. Luckily, my boss then was a great guy. His girlfriend had no problem driving me to the local Walmart so I could grab some extra gifts.

Despite the store being absolutely crazy and barren, I managed to find some great gifts that I thought suited my siblings. I've always thought the gifts I gave people were tailored just for them, and this time I was so proud I did it all. No one was left behind. Not bad for a 17-year-old on a part-time salary. The big day, my oldest brother volunteered to be Santa and started passing out gifts. The ones I bought were being passed around and opened and I was being thanked. I was happy and then I heard my younger sister whisper to Santa, pass one to Laura, to which Santa replied, I'm looking. I just kept smiling. I turned into a statue to try and pretend I didn't hear them. I don't remember what was going through my head, but I was confused and hurt. So all the gifts were passed out. Everyone looked a little uncomfortable. I got up and headed downstairs. After a while, my older brother came to see me and asked what I wanted to do. So he started getting ready to bring me back to my dance. As we were leaving, my mom asked what I was doing. You said to get everyone something because they did it for me. She had made me feel guilty for not thinking about them. I assumed they had something for you. I left. It turns out they all got gifts for each other. Just not me. They all thought we can leave her out. Someone else will think of her. It still hurts. I don't do Christmas much anymore.

[themostrandompersonever]

Kinda disgusting the mom would guilt trip like that, saying the others got her gifts. Hell, she, at the very least, could’ve gotten her a gift. Even if for nothing else but to make what she said somewhat true.
But hey, greatest gift of all, knowing how they truly feel. Well, and all that money you’ll save each holiday/birthday not having to think of them.

[frostybuns]

If I was in the position that the person in the story was I would just laugh and walk out telling them that I hope they have a terrible Christmas and that they shouldn’t try to call, text or even talk to me. Family is all you have but that doesn’t mean you can’t make your own family with your friends.