Say it louder?
No... that isn't right.
That's just it. How are we supposed to express the extreme amount of bitterness that a day like today brings up? How can I let go of so much vitriol that comes as a standard sized serving right next to a Turkey keg and dinner roll?
I had people to share this day with. I had kids to cook for and a modest family of four that would sit together around the table, who would share as they were able, coming together for a special time. There would be holiday traditions for days. It wouldn't be too long before we would be sick of leftover potatoes and Turkey dressing.
Now my kids are far away, I can't even get a non solo nap without begging and I am supposed to muster up happiness that no longer exists.
Somehow, I am supposed to accept a new chaos as equal payment?
Fuck, all these holidays are for me anymore is a reminder at how easy it has been for everyone else to find a replacement.
