Thanks, guys.

Happy birthday, Jesse's father!

msbelle, I have no suggestions at all. This fully illustrates what you meant about not putting gifts out. And it's not like you have any therapist appointments or their ilk between now and the 25th, huh?

Perkins, what a gutter mind you have! There's totally some sort of plaque attached to that shaft. It's no more than an ornamental dildo, at best.

Oh, crap, msbelle. I'm so sorry. Also, sarameg is wise (unless you need to tell her to shove it, in case I'll shove it too).

I may regret it in the morning, but I doubt it. The ornaments are all off and put away as are my stocking and the few non tree decorations. His stocking is still out, I'm not a complete bitch.

He has completely ruined Christmas for me. And I will not buy him gifts to be given on an actual gift day again. we will go together with a set budget some day prior to events and buy whatever the fuck he wants, because it is all about him getting exactly what he wants and having every ounce of control and while we can't function like that all day everyday we sure are going to try to squeeze every bit of the available time to be all him.

I am so sorry, msbelle.

edited out because of the cross post.

Because it should go in a separate post:

Perkins, what a gutter mind you have! There's totally some sort of plaque attached to that shaft. It's no more than an ornamental dildo, at best.

Hey, I never said the word dildo. you came up with that all on your own.

oy, msbelle. I'm really sorry. You sound understandably angry but also very hurt, which is probably the harder part.

In other news, I just had a dinner of brie en croute, jaeger schnitzel with spaetzle (the veal was better than my grandmas but not the noodles) and chocolate mousse. I feel like I ated too much food.

God, msbelle. It must just be so hard. I hope you can find some joy somewhere this week.

I can find the joy in the real meaning of the season. I can internalize that and go spend some extra time at church.

Just all the bits about family and sharing and any bit of me getting materialistically excited about "stuff" - none of that.

{{{msbelle}}}

I had some minor drama with my mentor family. At our Christmas party, her daughter fell and hit her head. The resulting goose egg had a split and it bled. We took her home, put some ice on it and gave her some tylenol. After a few hours, S called me worried about it because the cut was bleeding again. So I drove them to the ER and sat with them for two hours until the doc numbed it, poked it and stated that it wasn't bad enough to require stitches.

It sucks almighty, but this is a skirmish in the battle in the war. It isn't the final outcome. Peace to you tonight, hon.