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Don't get me wrong; I used to be super excited when my aunt would send us a box of gifts because I thought "Oh wow, she spent all that time and effort giving us things we could all use or eat. This is so cool!" Then I realized what was really happening.
A while back I bumped into VS (her other niece) while my family and I were in the hospital. I noticed that she was wearing a shirt identical to one that my aunt gave me when she came to visit earlier this year. That was when I finally came to my senses and accepted that the gifts given to me and to the rest of my family were the rejected goods that were sent back from VS and her family. So when we received the box this time around, I personally had a hand in taking off all the tape that she put there (probably to hide the fact that they've already been used at least once) to look for proof that these were in fact, already used.
Let's start with the bathroom stuff. She gave me a shampoo and conditioner set from Aveeno, the kind where you push at the lid to reveal the little nozzle. I found some traces of petrified product in there. Really disgusting. Same thing with the body washes she gave us. It just feels so degrading when you know that the gifts you received were already used by someone else and they just didn't like it, so it went to you.
There were also lotions (and those petrify much worse) and hand soaps from Bath and Body Works and Aveeno. I also found petrified product from the little nozzles. In one of the soaps, I actually saw the jelly-like lotion blocking the nozzle already. That's proof right there. And of course when I pointed out to my mother that things like that don't happen unless they've already been used by someone else, she looked for a ridiculous alternative explanation that the lotion must have tipped over and spilled to the nozzle while the box was making its way here. She even asked me, "How could it have been used when it's taped shut?"
Could have been used by someone else before it was taped shut, Momma. It's not like she bought it with a wad full of tape on the cover.
Now let's move on to the food. In fairness, all the boxes were sealed. The only beef I had with them was that they were already old. Like close to expiration dates old. Some of them were even stale! Once again, it felt so degrading to know that because seriously? We're not even good enough to be gifted our own food? We have to be given the food that that family of social climbers rejects? Why do they even reject them? Are they just "too poor" for them? Do they like high end stuff so much that they just ship back whatever they don't like back over to my aunt's using money they had to borrow or steal from someone else? NEWSFLASH, you desperate and uncultured swine, you're broke! Stop posturing and just accept what you are.
Some chips were smashed, but I can forgive that because chips get smashed even on the car ride from the supermarket to the house. But then there were protein drinks that were already building up in little chunks, like sour milk. Once again, old and obviously rejects. Seriously? Are we not good enough for you that you think we're just going to take this injustice lying down with our legs open like a hooker without a choice? Wouldn't blame you if you did, because all my family ever does is say "Thank You".
Moving on to clothes, I got a bunch of striped shirts again. My mom actually made the comment that I was becoming a Stripes type of girl because of my aunt. Of course I never told her these words, but this was supposed to be my reply: "I didn't become a stripes girl by choice, you know. I became that because it wasn't her precious VS." Well, at least she had the common decency to have the clothes swapped out for my size. It'd be way too obvious if she just gave me a shirt that's five sizes too small. Although sometimes that does happen, and my parents just say "Well maybe she just made a mistake."
Sure she did.
And the worst part of it all, was the so-called "Birthday Gift" she gave me. At first I was genuinely excited because "Yay! Lesportsac!" Then she had the nerve to call us up and I was forced to thank her for the bag, and I almost meant it, too. Until she started lying her pants off.
She said that the style she got me was a new style in the collection because she thought it would suit me more. Bitch, you really think I'm that stupid? Faded Denim was from last year; trust me, I checked. It's not even sold anywhere anymore except from those sites that really sell past collections of branded products. I'm pretty sure the other bag you bought me two years ago would be at the very least four years old already, because apparently, VS's rejects are my birthday gifts, right?
Guess what my mom said when I told her, with the research to back it up as well, that the so-called "gift" she gave me, was already discontinued at the beginning of this year. Go ahead, guess.
"Well, it's a good bag. Just be happy you got one."
WHAT?!?!?!?! So I'm just supposed to be grateful every time I get sent some gold digger's rejects because "at least I got something"? I'd rather have the gifts my mom and dad get me even though they're not imported because honestly I don't give two shits about whether it's from bloody Canada or if it has French stuff written all over it! I care about the fact that someone took the time to consider what I really wanted and went out of their way to make me happy by getting something they really knew with all their heart that I liked. I don't like being sent things just because the original recipient didn't like them and it would be such a waste if they just let it rot in their house, so they gave it to me. It's like they're treating me and my family like garbage cans because we're the "poor ones" in the family.
Well, at least I get things. So thank you, VS, for all your rejects, and auntie? I hope your conscience haunts you to your dying breath.
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