This was NOT one of my better holidays. BTW, the sentiments in the title are directed at mi familia, whom I love dearly but hate to be around. The really bad part is that I was hoping to make enough this Christmas to be able to afford to go back to school, but that didn't happen. I also got none of the books I asked for, and in general, I really didn;t get much of anything I can use. I know it's the thought that counts, and I know that I'm whining, but dammmit, I really wanted something special this year. Instead, I got a bunch of bullshit and was dragged into all the internecine fighting that I miss by not living anywhere near the rest of my family. I am SO happy to be home. No more BS, and I can smoke when I fucking feel like it again, without the motherly guilt trip. I can also go back to being me without having my mom ask nosy questions about why I don't bring my men back to meet her. I also don't have to listen to my bitch sister-in-law bitch about how horrible her life is, nor do I have to listen to my brother bitch about how much he hates his job. and also, I don't have to listen to my half-brother condemn me to hell at every opportunity. Plus, after three days, I can once again firmly state that I'm really happy I don't have children of my own. I love my niece and nephew dearly, but Christmas brought the brat out in both of them. I just couldn't help but feel I was an after-thought to everyone this Christmas.