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A Christmas Song That Means Something: The Pogues, "Fairytale of New York"

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A Mom Anon12/24/2020 6:39:18 pm PST

re: #9 Charles Johnson

My birth family isn’t gone, they just don’t give a shit. My parents spend holidays with a cousin and her husband and barely acknowledge us. I would buy gifts and receive none in return. They haven’t seen their grandson for a decade or more, not just the holidays. Last year was kind of my end of trying. I spent last Christmas in bed crying. This year I did plan a nice meal and got some stuff for my in-laws and my husband’s niece had a baby two weeks ago so I got the little guy some books and a baby size teddy bear. My in laws, even though MIL and I have had our differences have been better to me than my own family. Tomorrow I have my husband and son with me on Christmas, as it’s mostly been since forever. I am grateful for that but it’s still rough. Big hugs, from our home to yours. And thank you for this place and the people who have found their way here. ❤️