I think I should stop and clarify for a moment ...
When I bitched previously about my mistreatment at the hands of Dad's wife, I did not mean to imply that the mistreatment was in solely my direction. She is mean to my brother, just as deeply, but much more often since he lives in town. I did not mean to imply that this woman had it out for me - she resents and mistreats every decent aspect of my father's life ... not just me...
That being said... we had dinner together tonight - My father, my grandmother, my aunt, my brother, the step family, and me ...
An Italian restaurant, with nothing even remotely known as Italian American on the menu, on Christmas Eve. You couldn't even find meat on the menu hardly. No spaghetti, no lasagna, no chicken parmigiano. And the service was terrible.
The only upside to missing tradition, any sort of family bond, or seasonal atmosphere? Lots and lots of wine
Hope Santa still brings presents to us girls well on our way to being smashed!