Every year, my grandmother drags me and the rest of my family shopping on Black Friday. My grandmother has basically replaced having a real relationship with us with buying us lots of clothes. My family doesn’t know anything about my abuse, so I’m sure this day will end with my grandmother annoying the crap out of me by asking me why I don’t have a boyfriend, ugh. She’ll also do her best to get me to try on ugly things I don’t want and make comments about my weight, etc.
I can’t go to Babeland, obviously, since I’m with the family, which is annoying since I don’t make it into the city all that often anymore. Sigh.