I spent Christmas with my mother and her side of the family. She slept at my grandmother’s house while my dad spent his Christmas with his brother and sister. I spent an hour with him before I left for my grandparent’s, and I know that this wasn’t enough. But in reality, I didn’t go to my grandparent’s for my mom. I went because that’s where my sister was. I brought Rejoy with me, and I am so glad she was with me because I feel so much better about everything when she’s around. I spent my Christmas eating, watching movies, and taking naps.

but I also spent Christmas talking to my mom about her divorce with my father. I spent Christmas debating with/against her as to who gets custody over what: the house, the care-home, percentage of money… etc etc. I spent Christmas giving her advice, my opinion, as to what my dad was going through, and how she should go about dealing with the present dilemma. I spent Christmas a little depressed, but I realized later on that this is my life from now on, and even though it is a sad sad case, it doesn’t mean I need to be sad, too. Not for long, at least.