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Sunday, December 21, 2025

A ghost of Christmas past


 I heard this song and it made me think of the first time I spent the holidays with Shawn and his family. It seems like a play by play of how I was shocked and grateful that I could be part of a family like his. Unlike me, his parents were still together and it seems like his entire family was pretty solid. He has some not great extended family, I’ve since learned. It made me see how weird my upbringing was, specifically, with my mom and stepfather. I don’t think my dad was perfect but I give him grace because he never put his hands on me and never went out of his way to terrorize me. So to me, that’s pretty close to perfect. 

We’re spending the holidays with our friends in AZ so it’s the first Christmas we don’t spend with Shawn’s parents. It’ll be different but fun because we’ll get to ghost hunt in this spooky town called Jerome and film a bunch of videos, Shawn is already there and I need to fly out alone which I am not very happy about because planes give me panic attacks. I’ve cried on every plane I’ve ever been on and being alone does not help. Also it doesn’t help with everything going on in the world.

I just try not to think about it too hard and that seems to help. I’ve done way harder and scarier things in my life. I can probably sit on a plane and will (probably) survive another take off and landing. Or I won’t and then I’ll just be dead so it won’t matter. I am more worried about not getting home to my cats. 

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The store I used to manage is closing so my old boss and I went to, “dance in its corpse.” Basically went and pointed at all the things we asked corporate to fix and replace and that still were not fixed or replaced 10 years later. Surprised it lasted as long as it did. But it went down hill when we both left. Sales dropped, no staff would stay because we left, and stuff just kind of plummeted post covid any how in retail as we all know. Corporate told me “you’re going to regret leaving once you get your other job” after I went on my anti capitalist rant at them in my resignation letter. 

Spent the day with my best friend and her younger sister and her sister was telling me about this terrible sounding long distance relationship they found themselves in. My best friend and I were just staring at each other like, “oh sounds like terrible relationships we were in.” But sister had no interest in listening to us. Dating for a month and everyday of that month you’ve fought and the only good quality you can think of is that they seem interested in you does not a solid safe relationship make. But what do I know? I’m only a (finally happily) married woman who has been in a lot of terrible relationships. 

I was kind of bummed out for them because they had a bad experience the beginning of the summer with a long distance friend they started to have feelings for and the friend ghosted them. They were telling me they were going to give up on meeting people. I suggested, maybe not doing long distance because while it is interesting and fun people seem to think it is acceptable to be shitty toward you when you are not within a 40 mile radius of them. That being said, I had a couple not amazing relationships with people closer but I think it’s harder for people to put on a mask around you if you literally see them all the time. 

Their LDR person specifically does this thing my ex from like 2013/14 used to do to me where he would compliment me and our relationship in one breath and then in the next be like, “oh but you like the color purple and I don’t so we’re not compatible so we should break up.” And if I didn’t immediately respond with (in person or text) something he wanted to hear it would be an all day fight about how I am apathetic and don’t care about him. 

I was actually cleaning out my inbox a couple months ago and found a bunch of long threads from him where we went back and forth on these weekly all night email fights. Literally they started the same way. He would be loving, I would respond in kind, then he would say something varying from weird or heinous and when I responded he would lose his mind and the conversation would lead to me apologizing for usually not being a virgin when we met because he was sooooo mad I wasn’t a good Christian woman and that I had slept with women. (The gay stuff really made him spiral). I was dramatically reading them to Shawn and he was like wtf. He actually said, “I thought you were kind of playing up this for dramatic effect when you originally told me about this. His messages are literally insane.” 

I was like, “yeah everyone thinks I am being dramatic, idk why. I’m autistic with a photographic memory. I don’t make shit up.” 

Our friend Ben said the same thing to me because they were around for that ex nonsense. Ben basically screamed and threatened to call the cops at the ex because he sent legitimately terrifying death threats about me to Ben in a text. Because I was hanging out with my friends Brandon and Rob in a bar and he saw me from across the street and ran at me aggressively and Brandon got between us. Because he thought I was sleeping with Rob, I guess? I wasn’t. Not that it matters because we were broken up for 5 months at that point. He even broke up with me the last time Christmas Day 2013 in a Facebook message that I thumbed up and he got really mad because I didn’t “fight for him.” And I basically said, “why would I fight for you? you want to break up let’s be broken up.” And he proceeded to text me about 500 times from 6pm-7am that night and send me a weird scary letter that my dad was really freaked out by when he read it before he gave it to me. Basically about 3 pages of “if I can’t have you no one else can.” 

(And my dad spent days before reading it telling me to get back together with him. Because, “it can’t be that bad.” He was like, oh yeah, nevermind.)


I probably should have gotten a restraining order, honestly. But I didn’t. He did give me a $100 Starbucks gift card in that letter though so my dad and I did get a bunch of coffees. So that was nice at least. Coffee usually works to get me to do stuff but at that point I was over it. 


Oh well being in that kind of relationship is kind of a canon event, I suppose. You gotta eat a lot of shit until you get to be with someone who makes it all worth it. That’s all I ever wanted was to be with someone who made it all worth it and who would prove to me that love didn’t come with strings. 


Tuesday, December 16, 2025


Sunday, December 14, 2025

Just venting about ancient history because I feel bad for a younger version of myself…

 A couple months after my last ex (who I lived with and bought a house so he had a place to live while I basically supported him) and I broke up I found out from a mutual that he said a lot of negative things about me being in therapy/grieving etc etc. I found out he was going to my friend Nicole and telling her it was “weird I was so sad,” and that “people who go to therapy are broken,” the guy himself would get so depressed that he would go non verbal and I would need to literally corner him to clean up. My friends would tell me constantly I was settling and acting more like a mom and not a girlfriend. What did they expect? I’ve been parentified since I was, god, what, fucking, 6? My whole life has been babying people who I should have depended on and literally being a second mom to my own mom. At 29/30 I was so fucking used to being the adult in every relationship. I literally expected everyone in my life to literally suck the life out of me with their needs eventually. That was how all romantic relationships panned out for me. I had to be the stronger one and no one was ever strong for me. As a psychologist would tell you - I subconsciously looked for these kinds of relationships to play out what I was used to. I guess in that case I am a little broken. But aren’t we all? 

He particularly didn’t like how I cycled through my grief going from “I need my dad, I want him to come back” to, “I am so mad he left me,” to “why couldn’t it have been me instead?”

My dad was the only parent I ever really had. The only healthy relationship that I had. God forbid I spin out after losing him. 

He [the ex] would have hated watching me grieve my grandmother and then my sister. He would have lost his fucking mind. 

Anyway, I bring this up because looking at this as older Megan and more educated Megan. Megan who has experienced more healthy relationships in her 30s. Like what the actual fuck? I can’t believe I thought caring for a grown ass man was healthy by any stretch. 

You see someone you supposedly love suffering and trying to do their best to heal and your reaction is to feel disgusted by it? Man, I know I am not perfect now and sure was not perfect then but grief is a beast that lives within the folds of your soul. You’ll think the pain has left and it falls out like laundry hiding in your fitted sheets. 

I just thought of it today because I was sitting under our Christmas tree and just remembering my last holiday with my Dad. That I finally feel safe in a fulfilling and whole relationship to be myself and state my needs. 

Anyway, I did get mad at my friends for not disclosing to me that my ex had felt that way. Because I may be really over functioning in relationships but even then I would never let someone make me feel bad for loving my father. 

I later found out he lost most of his family after we broke up from his posts coming across my social media. I sincerely wish his grief is not as severe and he never has to feel as helpless and hopeless as I did. I hope he never has to realize how disgusting it was that he judged the grief of someone he loved as they hurt over someone he never knew.

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Anyway, my scratch to vent about that has been itched.

Sorry it’s my sense of justice being triggered, I suppose. Then the natural grief cycles I spin through as the holidays come and go. 

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Wednesday, December 3, 2025