December 19th 2021
I fucking hate Christmas. Paint me green and call me the Grinch because I’m over the whole outdated Hallmark idea of the entire holiday.
I have bitten my tongue over and over again the past few weeks, ignoring all the signs and even turning a blind eye to what’s obviously going on behind my back.
Of course, I’m a coward and can’t confront him.
I naively believed that he would at least straighten up for the holidays.
Michelle and I have always spent Christmas together, ever since we were children. It didn’t matter if we were dating anyone or if I was pulling a kennel shift at the vet clinic; we always spent that time together. This year, Craig has given me what feels like an ultimatum.
Even though both our families live in the same fucking town, he doesn’t want to drive anywhere.
His underlying message was clear. I was “free” to spend the holiday with whoever I wanted to, only if I chose to go to Michelle’s, I better not risk showing my face at his family's house since I couldn’t make him a priority.
I didn’t want to change anything about Michelle and I’s traditions.
I also knew I needed to keep the peace somehow until I could figure out this mess I had gotten myself into with him.
And of course, she was understanding about it.
I hate myself, I really do. I told him I’d be there bright and early and didn’t say a word about visiting my sister.
Only that our kennel staff had been out sick, so there was a slight possibility I might have to go in to take care of the animals that were boarding at the office.
That excuse, he didn’t seem to have an issue with. A few more days, just a few more days until the damn holidays were done and I could get back to some level of normalcy in my life.