My email box is over flowing with tails of horror from dysfunctional families who had to endure the holidays together. I have not even begun to sift through the onslaught of emails, but I did want to share this:
I stated that I would not spend Christmas with my family because I knew the horror that it would be for not only myself, but for my husband. I had to lie to get out of Christmas with my family unscathed. In my heart, I know I made the right decision because we had a happy Christmas and our marriage is stronger for it. I know it was the right decision for this Christmas to spend it away....
That being said: I cried a little bit Christmas evening because I missed them so much.
I know that they would have spent every waking moment being hurtful and mean towards my husband and myself. They would call us names, there would be horrible arguements, we would have aching backs from sleeping on the sofa, and undoubtedly I would have cried a lot more had we made the drive to my families home... I know it would have been AWFUL.
And yet I cried because deep down, I truly missed them.
I want you to ponder that thought for at least a day before you write anyone else out of your will.
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