This year it’s just me and my tears and a cup of coffee for breakfast the day before Christmas.
The problem with the Grinch Who Stole Christmas is that not enough emphasis is placed on how he became who he is.When the holidays become hard because of the past, it’s easy to want to have nothing to do with them.
It’s just harder, this time of year, to ignore the pain of loss and heartbreak. It’s as if all the deep wounds float up to the surface for everyone and every encounter to poke about and tear apart.
No matter how much he hurt me when he walked away, I want nothing more right now than to just get everything we once had back.
But wishes can’t be wrapped up and placed under the Christmas tree.
So they stay here, in my heart, reminding me of the lost love that can’t find its way back home for Christmas Day.
Merry Griefmas once again.