Learning some hard truths about myself and making new and wonderful memories 🙂
This was Sandy’s – (referred to hereafter as: The Saint) thirteenth Christmas with me. And I can tell you with complete honesty – the very first I’ve allowed myself – key word, allowed – to truly get in the spirit (instead of pretending) for many years.
I have a point – I do…
“Focus, Yvonne,” I said to myself while swinging my bright red Super-ADD cape off my shoulder.
The old holiday blues started coming on when they put the Christmas stuff out after Halloween.
I began building the wall again.
The one that surrounds and protects how I really feel.
Which was – I wanted everything back the way it used to be
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