GrokkingAmbivert
Bronze Member
It's Christmas Eve and I've been dreading tomorrow for the past 2 months. I prepared for the worst feelings, and I usually expect the worst, but I didn't expect this.
The *only* good memories & having traditions I ever had were of Christmas morning. Even though they got worse over the past few years, as a child it was the only day when everyone was pleasant to each other. My boyfriend invited me to his house, but it's his family is very is the epitome of codependency and additions (and add in millions of dollars & women gossiping about husbands who've cheated), so I didn't think the atmosphere would have been a safe and comfortable place for me.
But, now I'm alone. Besides my bf, I have one friend who has stuck with me through all of my terror and pain. But now I'm alone. My brothers are at home with my family and mothers parents. My brothers are over a decade younger (14 & 16). My family didn't invite me.
I'm trying to binge watch netflix, take walks & make relaxing baths but the tears don't stop. I'm not hysterical, just heartbroken and lonely. I know it will pass. If I wasn't sad, I think that would be a bad sign. I'm suppose to grieve. Just wish I wasn't alone.
The *only* good memories & having traditions I ever had were of Christmas morning. Even though they got worse over the past few years, as a child it was the only day when everyone was pleasant to each other. My boyfriend invited me to his house, but it's his family is very is the epitome of codependency and additions (and add in millions of dollars & women gossiping about husbands who've cheated), so I didn't think the atmosphere would have been a safe and comfortable place for me.
But, now I'm alone. Besides my bf, I have one friend who has stuck with me through all of my terror and pain. But now I'm alone. My brothers are at home with my family and mothers parents. My brothers are over a decade younger (14 & 16). My family didn't invite me.
I'm trying to binge watch netflix, take walks & make relaxing baths but the tears don't stop. I'm not hysterical, just heartbroken and lonely. I know it will pass. If I wasn't sad, I think that would be a bad sign. I'm suppose to grieve. Just wish I wasn't alone.