The holidays. We planned on decorating and celebrating as a make-shift family. We planned on setting up a tree in our dining room and going all out for the baby. It would have been my first official Christmas with the baby! I was looking forward to waking up and watching him open his presents!

Why did you take that joyful baby away from me? You and your sister neglected that child the entire time I was dating you, probably for longer and probably still do. She left his feces on his walls for days before she cleaned it up! She left him locked in his room every morning for hours after he woke up and screamed and cried. Then she would finally drag her lazy ass out of bed to go fetch him, throw him so crap food with no nutrition, and fall back asleep. And you wonder how he stuck toys in the toilet and broke it. I wonder how many times he wandered downstairs and played in the dog shit and piss you left all over the house because you and your sister are nothing but lazy assholes. I wish I could have taken that child with me. I sat with him while he was sick with Covid and you all laughed at him. I took him bowling. I took him to the family fun park. Not her.

Do you remember the mountain of presents I gave you our first Christmas together? You pushed me away for a solid month while grieving the anniversary of your mother's death. Remember that? I understood that you were grieving and I tried to give you space. I didn't come over or anything, just messaged and called. When you mentioned you hadn't had a good Christmas since before your mother passed, I knew I had to go all out. I bought you guinea pigs, t-shirts, the stupid Dragon Ball Z lunchbox and accessories that you wanted and proceeded to loose a month later, Funko! Pops, and so more. I spent $300 on your presents. You bought me a $5 plush from Walmart.

So 'Merry Christmas, Kiss My Ass' was my attitude for December. I hope you received a steaming pile of shit for Christmas!