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…
Stick a Sock In It
My mother called me a disappointment over laundry sorting. My narcissistic mother who manufactures reasons to criticize and the peace of living without her.
