I was really worried about what my xmas would be like. Let me tell you about last xmas: It was about six weeks after DDay. I thought we were reconciling. The Princess was fulfilling NONE of the requirements I had laid out for reconciliation. We came down to the country to spend the xmas day with my family. The Princess decided to drive back to the city that night for some "alone time", while the boys and I stayed for three more nights with my family. The entire holiday was a haze of red wine and tears. My family knew nothing about it.
Seriously now, did I think that this xmas could possibly be worse than that?
I got to my parents' farm on Tuesday, opened presents and had dinner with my brother, his wife, and their kids. I got up early the next morning to skype with my boys, and see all their gifts. (Note: Rig Pig got them really nice gifts. I'm trying not to hate him, since he wasn't one of her affair partners, and he seems to be nice to my kids. Still hate him, of course.)
Went for a long walk in the woods, got ready for dinner at my aunt's house. When we arrived, I was greeted like a long lost relative. Everyone had hugs and kisses for me. My parents don't drink, so this was my only opportunity. Everyone made sure my wine glass was always full.
I didn't mention The Princess - and neither did anyone else - until the end of the night. I just mentioned her name once, and the wife of one of my cousins snarled, "Fucking bitch!" I immediately hugged her.
Today, my boys arrived. They were very polite and enthusiastic while opening their gifts. We had ANOTHER turkey dinner.
Tomorrow, I'm taking them to my old tobogganing hill on the back forty. On Saturday night, we're going to my brother's place for chili - he and his wife make this amazing chili that could burn the arsehole out of a skunk (unrelated topic: It used to cause no end of stomach issues for The Princess) - and yes, there will be wine!
On Sunday, the boys and I are taking the train back to the city, where we will hang out at home until January 5. That's the day of my gig. I told my boys that they don't have to come to it if they don't want to. They both said, "Of course we want to see you play!"
That night, The Princess will be back from her trip to Cuba (may Montezuma have his revenge on her tender stomach!) and will take my boys back to her house, just in time to get ready for school the next day.
1. I've never really been into my family before. I should have been. They're fucking great!
2. There will be a little drinking, but not the constant crutch of drunkenness of last year.
3. There have yet to be any tears.
4. What a great fucking holiday!
I hope you are experiencing the love and good times that I am. Y'all deserve it!
