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The original was posted on /r/mildlyinfuriating by /u/Ok_Knee1216 on 2023-12-25 07:54:43+00:00.
My parents would make me guess the right answer before I could open my presents. It would take what seemed like hours.
My sister knew everything she was getting and mine too as she scoured every square inch of the house, or had already opened the presents Christmas morning and taped the back up.
The pain and stress from this over the years was brutal enough to hate Christmas by the time I was seven.
That was the same year I was kicked out of Sunday school for asking how they got a photograph of Jesus when cameras didn't exist. "Here's a dime. Call your mother to pick you up."
Jesus. Santa. Easter. Easter bunnies. All related. I figured it was all a lie.
Eleven years left on my "sentence" living with "my family."
Thank dog the Cinema was open Christmas day. I would watch the same movie until it was dark, and the games for that day were over.
I see what it is supposed to be like. The feelings are hollow.
Sending love and light to all of you heading into family battle soon.