The fun in dysfunctional
I love Christmas. I always have, I always will.
Ideally every Christmas I would love to have a giant family gathering. Meals together. Movies. Presents. Everything in one big day.
Unfortunately, today I was once again reminded why that won’t happen. Some members of our family make it exceedingly difficult to even occupy the same plane of existence, let alone the same house.
I won’t go into details about anything, because the just the thought infuriates me. (and i am one of the “calmer” members of my family)
We will just leave it at this:
Some people won’t be invited to Christmas dinner.
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