Last night, Katlyn and I went to the city to get some Italian food. I cannot even remember the last time I went to an upscale restaurant. Usually I would prefer Japanese food, especially sushi, but Katlyn seems to be a big fan of Italian. I could tell how much she loved Italian food by the way she could pronounce everything on the menu.
Since I couldn’t understand a word on the menu, I asked her for a suggestion. After telling her I was in the mood for some sort of seafood dish, she suggested that I try the some thing called Zuppa Di Pesce. She told me it was a seafood soup. At first I was a little skeptical, but it turned out to be amazing. I really enjoyed the meal and can’t wait to try something new she may suggest. She really knows her Italian food.
About halfway through the meal, she started talking about how she loves Halloween. My parents have always been against the idea of Halloween. I was never allowed to celebrate it; my parents always said, “Any holiday that revels in death, demons, and Satan is no holiday for my child.” That really blew. I remember going to school and watching all the kids dressed up in their cool costumes. They all seemed so happy and excited. Meanwhile, I looked like a fool when everyone asked me where my costume was. I felt embarrassed saying, “My parents won’t let me.”
My school even had an annual costume parade where all the kids lined up by class and paraded around the school. Parents would come and take pictures of their kids in the parade. However, the few of us who did not have costumes were kept inside. Being segregated from all the other kids was so traumatic, I stopped going to school the day they held this event. The sad part is, my parents actually allowed me to stay home. FUCK THEM Like it really would have hurt to let me dress up in a fucking costume. Seriously, did they really believe an eight year old child could worship Satan? Give me a fucking break. Instead, they would rather have me stay home and jerk off.
My parents really piss me off sometimes. Just thinking about it brings out the worst in me and Katlyn definitely noticed last night. In the midst of our Halloween conversation, she could tell how much it bothered me. I told her about how my parents secluded me from Halloween and she felt bad. She said, “Halloween is the best holiday, no matter how old you are.” She demanded that this year we spend Halloween together. At this point in my life, I feel too old, and dressing up seems childish. Although I am not looking forward to it, I do hope she picks out a sexy costume.
I fucking hate my parents.
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Hi! I read your entry… it seems your piece did a complete “turn around” in the middle there.
I’m not sure how old you are… I just turned 27 and my parents said the same thing to me and my brother. I have never celebrated Halloween in my life. Maybe me and my brother are just weird… but we actually enjoyed not participating. It was fun for us to sit out and do whatever we wanted while everyone paraded around and looked stupid. LOL *shrugs* I hardly feel traumatized because my parents didn’t let me celebrate Halloween.
Honestly, it’s funny how when you get older things like you described don’t really matter as much. I look back on that time and laugh. The stuff I thought was a big deal really isn’t in the grand scheme of things! :p
Anyways, I’m sorry you are feeling the way you do.
“I could tell how much she loved Italian food by the way she could pronounce everything on the menu.”
I REALLY liked that line.
Very sad little story, this. It’s odd, because originally, Halloween was a holiday to banish monsters and such. How very sad that the parents in the story (erm, your parents…?) so misunderstood.