I have taken a couple of days off from my diary. Last week, with Christmas, was tough. The toughest holiday I have had in over twenty years. Not because, again, the woman who is my mother, denied me access to her. Again.
Yes. Her second husband does not like sharing anything with her children or her family. Most years I was not welcome as it was only to be her and him. Nice parenting, huh?
This year, I had no worries or concerns or even thoughts of wanting to be with her. After all, I made it clear a few months ago, I never want to hear from her ever again.
Christmas 2020
This Christmas was the first time it was Wolf and mine. No one else’s.
By this I mean: my mother could not hurt me by lying about how come, or who, did not want us; Wolf nor I had to deal with my father’s dizzying nonsense which ALWAYS left me spinning and feeling, well, inept at everything; and Wolf did NOT have to be tormented by both his father’s severe depression and the wallowing of not having his wife around while crying to every human who tried to be kind or nice.
Wolf still struggled some, as it was his mother’s favorite holiday. Yet, we had, and have, each other.
Heavens knows, this year of all years, we are so very grateful for being able to have each other.
As we end 2020 and enter 2021, still in the pandemic, I am taking a different view.
At least I am prepared for the pandemic!
Stay safe! Celebrate smartly, please! Be well, Reader.
Rusty
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Rusty & Wolf 2019 