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…
Hitting the Unlike Button
My brother gets his car towed, assumes it's a scam, and screams at a tow yard employee until I have to physically drag him away.
