Yes, Christmas has always been a tough time for me, and it continues to be although I don't tell my family .... they all "love" it and to me it just brings sadness. I know why, but knowing doesn't seem to help. Holidays in my family as a kid was just another excuse for them getting drunk .... and there I was a little kid, just sitting, waiting to go home. My parents fought, my uncle got potty-mouthed when he'd drunk too much, and I was dragged from house to house. I probably mentioned this before but it was one Christmas morning when my mother made waffles (she never usually got up for my Dad and I), she came walking into the dining room, a plate full of syrup covered waffles on a plate in hand, and I don't know what they were arguing about, but my mother threw that plate full of waffles at my Dad. It hit the wall, and all fell except for l, which I can still see slowly sliding down the wall. I could draw a picture in color of that incident ..... it's engraved in my mind.
So, winter, the Holidays, and we're all to be happy, happy, happy, a lot of us aren't.
abby.