It's Christmas Eve
and I am sitting here alone. We were to have a nice meal together, we (yes, AH and I) prepared a big meal, a nice juicy ham, with all the goodies that go with it, and what happens? He has a few too many, and while I was in the living room (actually I left him alone in the kitchen to make some mashed potatoes), he eats a huge chunk of ham and throws a childish tantrum claiming that mashed potatoes were too watery and did not taste good enough and that the meal was ruined (???).
He is sleeping right now (and hopefully he sleeps til morning), and how do I feel? For some strange reason, I am not mad at all, not even disappointed. I do not know if I could call this total numbness or actual detachment. I do not know if my reaction is good or bad for me, but I am actually happy and totally relaxed. Maybe because there was no fighting or major cussing. Maybe because I am in my living room, sitting alone in the darkness and watching my pretty little x-mas tree.
Merry X-mas everyone!