The Christmas and New Year holidays are over, but I was having a conversation with a friend who had a tough year, and we started to talk about Christmas letters.
I have written one almost every year. There have been years that I started and stopped, started again, and finally just gave up.
You see, I think those letters are really just a recap of all the cool and fun stuff you have done throughout the year. Those years I couldn't write were so filled with awful things that I truly couldn't find anything good to write about that sounded genuine. I had moments when I thought maybe I should just write the truth. It would have gone something like this:
This year was one humdinger of a turd. I started this year with the death of my step-grandfather. Soon after I delivered that eulogy I separated from my husband. My toddler son had to have surgery this year, twice, for two different medical issues.
And oh, did I mention my mom has cancer? She was actually diagnosed with the recurrence a couple of years ago. We've spent lots of hours on the road this year to take her to appointments and chemo treatments.
Mom has good insurance, but this year her insurance coverage jumped to $800 a month.
Yeah, so we are living with my mom. I don't have a job, and if I did my money would be dumped into a daycare center.
I've spent many hours this year talking with my attorney, who by the way, has sucked up most of my "spousal maintenance," that I had to garnish from said soon-to-be ex-husband. We've become connoisseurs of spaghetti, and spaghetti sauce. We've eaten it almost every night this year, and we have decided that Barilla noodles that we get at the You Bag It grocery store, along with Prego sauce, also from said You Bag It store which we buy in bulk at highly discounted prices, is the best.
All I want for Christmas is a divorce, but this thing keeps dragging on and it looks like it will be next year before it will end.
That about wraps it up for us, and we hope you have a very Merry Christmas.
Of course I never sent it.
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