Holidays

They're the worst. It's really difficult to get past the sitting around feeling sorry for myself point. I envy other people... I know that it's not a Norman Rockwell painting... I know that it can get pretty harrowing....but... it's family. Not the "family" that will be in the surgical waiting area when you're found beat to within an inch of your life family, not wedding and funeral family, but the family who says "You make me nuts, but you're family" family. The people who could go/are welcome elsewhere, but they don't, because you're supposed to be with family.

I don't have that. I want that, but I don't have it. I'm always the stranger at the table. "Poor Jon" who has nowhere else to go.

I feel like a stray dog...