“I Opted Out of Christmas This Year — And My Son Didn’t See What Was Coming”

with the endless cycle of expectation disguised as tradition. Done mistaking my silence for kindness. Done confusing my guilt with love. Done allowing myself to be used up and worn down and taken for granted simply because I’d always allowed it before.

This Christmas would be different, I decided as I finally drifted off to sleep. This Christmas, for continue reading …