8a.m. Christmas Day. To wake up in my house alone on the morning of Christmas may sound like a sad, lonely existence but I know deep down that it's just another day. I saw my three kids (step kids included) for a couple of hours yesterday afternoon at the pub and I will have my boy after he's had his dinner today. It could be the worst thing about being from a failed marriage but I just roll with it. In my case I have grown to understand that I must adapt quickly to situations in order to conquer them. I will have my Christmas morning with him this afternoon and the following day with my brothers gathering.
The truth is that it's just a Thursday in December. The even truer truth is that it's just one more unnamed revolution of the earth.
Christmas is religious. I am not.
It's all a facade.
Nevertheless I will get up and have my time in the sun playing Call Of Duty and Destiny with the new players.
I had the good news that my stepson is back home for good now after his troubles. It makes me feel happy that he's happy again. Plus he asked to come to mine when I return his brother home in a few days. I look forward to hanging out with him. My step daughter mentioned her desire to have moved out by next year or at least have plans. Their youth has now passed and they're ready to go it alone or at least try. I hope they don't fall from the nest as hard as I did.
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