Stress Eating My Emotional Abuse
La Llorona arrived for Christmas and I've been eating non-stop ever since. Emotional abuse and terrible coping mechanisms.
Choke on Your Bitchy Pudding
My second post-divorce Christmas was simultaneously a success and my worst nightmare. My children were gloriously surprised and pleased with their presents. My brother was tickled to see everyone so happy with their gifts. Then there was my mother…the Grinch ain’t got nothing on her. She gives being a Christmas bitch a new name…
10 Reasons I Hate Watching Movies With My Mother
Ten cardinal rules of movie watching. La Llorona and my brother break all of them. Every. Single. Time. Consider this a formal documentation of the damage.
I Am Not the Favorite Child
My mother washes the mug I was using and hands it straight to my brother mid-sip, and no, I am not overreacting about a cup.
Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time
It’s been an hour since we got home from picking my mother from the airport and already my mom is tinkering around my apartment, moving things around, fiddling with my belongings. Usually, this would cause me great stress and be the starting point of many arguments this holiday season. This time it only makes me smile.
