Normally Christmas around here is fine. This year, I wanted to see none of them.
The day started really nicely, we were expecting the boys after lunch. Planned to open gifts and have a nice big dinner. Then there was a phone call ... One of those phone calls where the husband only manages to get a couple of words in the whole conversation, and that type of phone call is usually his ex-wife bitching, ranting and raving on the other end. So, when he hangs up, I ask what was that about. He says older step-kid is bringing his train wreck ex-girlfriend with him to our place for Christmas.
:jawdrop:
F**king excuse me? I asked for more details ... that was when he told me that it was the younger Skid on the phone because his Mom told him to call and ask. And my husband said yes. Without talking to me.

I just about went bat shit crazy ...

Tell me, people ... would your husband invite someone to your family Christmas without asking you??

I yelled and yelled, then got in the shower and fumed.
Let's just say the husband knew I wasn't impressed.
My plan was to pack some stuff, get in the car and leave. They can have their f**king Christmas, I refuse to sit here and put on a fake happy face.
Turned out, while I was in the shower, he called and told them it wasn't going to happen.

So then while minding my own business, somehow I get turned into the bad guy because I tried to preserve my nice Christmas ... while the ex bitch lets the kid bring home his mangy stray for Christmas so she is some kind of saint???
F**k.
That conniving bitch.

Go ahead, keep f**king with me. My husband put this house in my name for business reasons, but I won't hesitate to change my will and leave it all to charity. Almost 13 years of her screwing with our lives and I am about DONE.
}:)