Merry Christmas
Also... what are you doing reading this?
Merry Christmas to all of you. I hope that you are having a wonderful day.
Now…
What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be doing something having to do with this?
Or this?
Or eating this?
Or this?
Or watching something like this?
Seriously… what are you doing here? Go have a glass of wine, hang out with your family, watch the snow fall, have some tea, wrap up in a blanket, binge Christmas movies, enjoy the twinkling lights, and relax.
There will be no post today.
Just pretty pictures.
Now go away.
You're not the boss of me.
Well. I have abusive parents. My mother can't compute any logic anymore after nearly 40 years of poor sleep next to my father, who is emotionally enslaved to the feminine through his mother wound. So, she's full on narcissist because she just literally can't perceive my emotional body and healthy boundaries—treats those like attacks on her. And y father, is her flying monkey. So Christmas really sucked, because every year she throws a victim tantrum because she overwhelms herself with baking and cooking traditions... basically, withe her own obsessive anxieties. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for how they support me, but I'm the scapegoat for all their unresolved wounds, which I'm supposed to just bear like a obedient pet. And they don't understand these concepts in the slightest.