I thought of putting this in the Pit, but I’m more sad and down than angry. The situation is my own fault, but it still hurts. Am I looking for sympathy? Well, in all honesty, yes I am. Though I don’t expect it. Maybe some others can relate and help me feel less alone over something so trivial overall, but harsh right now.
Motley Crue should be finishing up their set right about now at the stadium less than 2 miles from my house. I’ve been a fan since the Shout at the Devil days and have seen them 4 times so far. (Which is what is tempering any anger I wanted to feel). I was just jazzed up that I thought they would never tour again, now I had a chance, and it may be the last.
Some background on this night.
Way back in the dark, cold days of January, it was announced that not only would the Crue visit my fair city, but they were kind enough to do so not only on a Friday night, but also 2 days before my birthday. It seemed as fate smiled upon me early through the -50 wind chill and gave me something really solid to look forward to on our slow journey to warmer weather.
As my birthday falls on Sunday this year, and my siblings living in Fargo, I thought this would be ideal. Let’s get everyone together on both sides (wife and me) of the family for the concert, then some fun afterwards. For those living out of town, they can crash here, or with friends they have here that are also going to the show.
Everything looked rosy. Then I lost my job in early March. With bills piling up and no credit cards available, the ticket price became more and more out of reach. But I held out hope. Surely my family loves me enough to combine the resources of 7 adults to pick up a $40 ticket and a few beers? Well, if that were the case this post would have never been written.
My sisters and brother didn’t want to go if I didn’t have a ticket, my wife’s brothers (yes, some of you know one of them) decided it would be unfair to ask me to sit for the kids while they went to the concert and I didn’t.
So they bought 2 tickets for the 12 and 14 y/o kids. Then the 12 y/o calls 30 mins before the show to tell me she was going. Well, I can’t be mad at her, so I feigned excitement and told her she’d have a good time.
Then :smack: halfway through the show The Evil BiL[sup]TM[/sup] calls me during Home Sweet Home to make sure I know what I’m missing by sitting at home instead of seeing the concert. It’s probably best the music was so loud he couldn’t hear my response. The call eventually dropped out.
About 20 minutes later my wife called from work on her break. I’m feeling so down about a percieved lack of love from my own family (though hopefully not true) that I just told her this was my birthday party night, and I didn’t want anything special Sunday.
And quite honestly I didn’t anyway. Sundays are for the NASCAR race, computer surfing (fantasy sports stats, etc) and general alone time to unwind. Well, she got pissed thinking I was blaming her for not selling a kidney to buy me a ticket. I can’t frigging win here.
Anyway, if you made it this far, let me thank you. I’ll likely look at this OP in a day or two and pit myself for being a whiny bitch. But it’s what I’m feeling now, and what I’ve been feeling all night and had to get it off my chest. Thanks again for listening
They didnt mean any harm…just didnt realize it mattered to me.