Which is why it's strange for me now. I make such a big deal about Christmas...start buying presents in July, planning what to buy, getting the cards together, ordering more and more books on Kino.
And on the day itself, on the day, I'm alone. With my cats (there is no dog anymore, she is in permanent boarding until I figure something else out) and my Christmas tree and the twinkling lights, opening the few presents I haven't already opened.
Can you opt out of a family?
I guess you can.
Hallmark movies lie to you, they tell you love is forever.
I'm sure it is, but I guess, you're supposed to find that love that is forever. It's not the default that you ended up with, especially if the default has become noxious to you and you, to them.
I have a picture of my mother hanging on my altar, the only family member I have left, the only one that mattered, the only one that matters.
As for the rest, I guess I'll be seeing them around.
Or not.
Probably not.
I have opted out.
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