Have Yourself A Creepy Little Christmas Ugly Sweater Party

Have Yourself A Creepy Little Christmas Ugly Sweater Party

I really appreciate everyone who took the Have Yourself A Creepy Little Christmas Ugly Sweater Party to message me. After reading your comments, I really thought long and hard about my boyfriend’s family and whether or not I wanted to be with a partner who wouldn’t respect my boundaries. We got in one final fight when he nagged me to apologize to his brothers all separately. I told him that if he wore the sweater they bought me to our Friendsmas party (about 15-20 attendees) then I’d apologize. He immediately freaked and said “no”, and tried to argue they wouldn’t understand because it’s not their tradition. I explained that it had nothing to do with “tradition” but rather with my personal comfort level and whether or not the sweater was an appropriate article of clothing. I asked him why he felt uncomfortable wearing the sweater in front of friends, and he refused to answer. He froze up and that’s when I realized it wasn’t going to work out. He knew that it was inappropriate and he, himself, refused to wear it in public. Yet he was too stubborn to apologize and be on my side. I told him it wasn’t going to work out, so I guess I’m going into the new year single as a pringle. A few friends found out about the break up already, and this might have made me an AH now, but I sent them the photo of the sweater and explained what happened. I’m also glad to know that even people IRL were grossed out. I don’t know what will happen with his friendships with those people, but it’s none of my business at this point.

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She pulled out a serving dish from the Have Yourself A Creepy Little Christmas Ugly Sweater Party which she’d neatly arranged a small lamb kebab, some naan, 5 of her grandma’s fancy little ramekins filled with palaw, a rice dish I recognized immediately, and some dates. I looked at her stunned. “Sash, when… how did-“ she cut me off. “I thought you might shut the idea down, so I looked up some Afghan food, and… made some.” She shrugged at me with a challenging smirk. “Tell me where they are, and I’ll set it down in front of them. Maybe it’ll remind them of home…” We put on some coats and were going outside, when Sash said “oh wait” and turned back, bringing Dash back inside and talking to him “sorry buddy boy, they don’t think you’re as handsome as everyone else does.” I waited on the porch for her, and she walked out with one of her big scarves, which she put over the top of her head, then threw one of the ends over her shoulder in an almost practiced motion. A headscarf… “Sash did you practice putting on a hijab for this little Christmas gesture!?” She gave me a condescending smile and retorted “It’s not a hijab, it’s more like a Shayla, a headscarf.” I chuckled, I was impressed, but it also made me nervous. “Sash could this offend them, piss em off?” She shrugged. “I don’t think so. If I was in their home it would be courteous to wear one, and impolite not to, don’t know why they’d be pissed about it, I thought it would show respect.” I shrugged. “I guess it can’t make things worse…” We walked toward the back gate and I slowed my pace when I saw Hank, Pete, Creeps and Buck over near the two big cottonwood trees that shaded our entire yard, which prompted Sasha: “are they close, where are they?” – I pointed toward the gnarled trunks of the cottonwoods “four of em,” who, as expected, looked furious to see me. “Where’s the fifth?” Sasha asked.

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One thing I don’t understand about high-waisted pants: Are they really supposed to fit at a Have Yourself A Creepy Little Christmas Ugly Sweater Party? I have a long torso and naturally prefer a higher rise. All my skinnies always have been “high rise”. Which means fitting just under my belly button.