Christmas 2000 – 16 years old: I ended up staying with mom. I was in school, I had a job, I had 3 failed semi-relationships in the year that I lived in FL, and was currently in a super secret relationship with a GIRL! Well, super secret from her mom at least… everyone else knew. So, Christmas… Continue reading Ahhh, Christmas Time! I hope you die. The 2000’s
Ok, as promised, here is the very scary Jessica’s Christmas Carol.
Ah, yes… Christmases past:
These are the Christmases where something other than the norm happened (stepmom getting trashed at one of her various family member’s house)
Christmas 1992 – 8 years old: I discovered there was no Santa. I’m not exactly sure what was going on because back then I was so traumatized by the fact that there was no Santa to remember if she was drunk or not. But, regardless, I was awoken in the night by a bump in the living room (which was right thru my very thin bedroom wall) so I sneaked to the door to look around the corner…and there is my dad’s GF (later to be stepmom) putting stuff under the tree with a cigarette in her mouth. I went back to bed. Continue reading Ahhh, Christmas Time! I hope you die. The 90’s