I hate Christmas. I've hated it for 13 years. Every. Frigging. Detail. of Christmas. It's all about these self-entitled monsters. It's not enough that it's an empty nest, now. For years I've looked forward to 2015. Had it in my head, "Wow, I can breathe. They're not going to manipulate me, cut me down, suck my bank account dry." Nooooo... Now it's.. "OMG! Carl Norton Jr. doesn't have $30,000.00 to pay for his first year of college and I don't have a dime to my name!!! I must please him or he won't love me!!" (sucks to be you because he's drained my account dry after wrecking the car I gave him and there's such a thing as COMMUNITY COLLEGE and you didn't plan, HE didn't plan, and it's his MOTHER'S idea so - pay up butter cup or shut up). Like I'm really going to take a loan out on this egotistical seed. Then it's "OMG! WE have to drive 13 hours to see my family or else the *children* won't see them and then HAGULA *might* be inconvenienced." Poor HAGULA. She's been complaining about being inconvenienced since her spawn traveled down her birth canal. Why concerned about it now?

No, it's not about me. It's about the monsters that were created through BM's encouragement and their BF's fear that they won't love him (thanks, HAGULA). I've given gifts.. oh boy.. have I given gifts. I find them rumpled up and stored under trash in their closets. I vowed that this year I wasn't going to do anything for them except give them a Benjamin. There you go, you want something to work with? Something you might APPRECIATE? Green takes care of it. F*k no.. It has to be.......... ANOTHER....... REASON....... TO F*CKING GIVE ......... TO A PAIR OF UNGRATEFUL VINDICTIVE BACKSTABBING SELF-ENTITLED ....... monsters.

I am looking at travel for 1 to Nassau during the holidays. Still considering it.