A Xmas To Forget
This was a Xmas I’ll never forget, but not for good reason. I’d love to ease it.
Xmas eve night, after I’d written and posted my blog and everything, it was the worst night of my life. Without any exaggeration. I’m still kind of in shock about it and writing this, it’s almost three days later.
I’m not going into details here. Sara and I’s relationship is in a very bad place at the moment.
I didn’t want to talk to anyone about it at first but knew that when I was ready to I would have the right people to contact.
So Xmas day. It actually wasn’t that bad I guess, but that could just be because I could anything would have been better by comparison.
Sara was at work in the morning, I eventually got up and started doing dinner.
When she got home she helped me finish it up, we put on the movie Elf, which neither of us had ever seen, and we enjoyed our food.
We didn’t ignore the problems we’re having, we didn’t try and hide from them or pretend they’re not there, but just for the day I don’t think either of us wanted to deal with them.
While she was at work earlier Sara asked me what I thought about her going and spending a couple of nights at her mum and Ron’s after we’d had something of a Xmas together. I agreed that it might be a good idea.
So after dinner and the movie we washed up and tidied the kitchen together and then opened our gifts. It was nice. Not too long after, at about six thirty, she threw a few things in a bag and headed up to York. At the time of writing this, lunchtime Thursday, she’s just on her way home now.