Hahaha! You were alone on Christmas ego-surfing!
Don't worry, it's not as pathetic as it sounds.
My mom and I ate Cornish hens in the kitchen too. I suppose this is a universal single-mom only-child thing? (We drank plenty of wine though.) Merry Christmas.
I boycotted my family's Christmas because I didn't feel like pretending that my brother isn't crazy. This is the first Christmas that I've spent without my family. It feels both hopelessly immature and weirdly adult.
"mom and I's"?
Grammar isn't required during a revealing personal anecdote.
"family Christmas" became a farce at the tender age of 8 when my mom left my dad and he lost all interest in holidays. "I really don't see the point, it's just a waste of money" was what the man who had hidden our living room floor under boxes and boxes or presents in the Christmas' before.
When I moved to Seattle ten years ago I tried going back for Christmas a couple times and the travel mess was never really worth it. So I'm always a Christmas orphan and have been since 1977, I've only now come to embrace it.
A friend has an open house every year so I'm never alone. It's not the same as the pre-divorce years but it's much better than the lame attempt years that followed. The important part is that I always feel loved.
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