That Widow

Day 123 and I didn’t even want to make them.

My mother-in-law has refused to open the Christmas cards I made this year. She needs to prepare herself. What? As if it was easy for me to make them? I wanted ti say fuck it as I cried looking at the pictures. While I had a 6ft cutout of my husband made so that he can be included in big family moments, and I try to laugh as a defense mechanism, don’t tell me you’re not opening because you need a minute. She forced us to do Christmas pictures for HER card and then put each family’s last name and then my husband as an angel as if he’s not still a part of my family unit. He gave me his last name! You can choose to make a big deal out of yours and then shun mine that includes your grandkids.

The boys were watching The Santa Claus and while I love that movie I found myself being jealous of a little boy who gets to have 2 dads for Christmas! They obviously have their struggles in the movie but to have 2 dads instead of none that’s something. Even Buddy the Elf finds his dad.

Day 123 and the holidays suck.