As Christmas nears I’m reminded of my dying father’s thin and hollow face reflecting the colors of the Christmas lights. Giving him sips of water, hoping he’ll pull through. He didn’t.
The following Christmas, struggling to feel the holiday spirit, I was told by my mother “Why do you ruin everything?!” While we attended a live nativity that I took her to. I had just expressed that I was frustrated the AM casting for it wasn’t working. We couldn’t leave the van because we had my handicapped brother.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been told something so hurtful by someone who “loved” me when I didn’t deserve it. I’ll never tell someone those words, no matter what they’ve done.
