I don't know about you all but I am just not up for the holidays. I have never been a huge fan. I come from a pretty disfunctional family so childhood holidays generally consisted of lame presents that no one gave any real thought to, bolts of material and a pattern along with a promise by my mother tht it would eventually be made but never were (probably good because she had horrible taste!) and a fearful mother walking on eggshells hoping to make my father happy.

Things with FH are rapidly deteriorating regarding the skids and the atmosphere in the house. Last night SS16 deliberately broke the trash can (one of those ridiculously expensive metal ones with the step pedal for opening a heavy lid so that the dogs do not get in the trash) by stomping with all his might on the pedal while in a rage. He did this right in front of me while his father was taking a friend of SS14 home. He glared at me and then he walked out without a word to go to BM's house.