Work today was a drag.
Drinks this evening were fabulous. Lovely company and great wine :)
It lifted my spirits a lot, but I returned home to find something that made me feel incredibly sad and helpless. My little brother (I say little.. he is 18 and very much bigger than I am). Well, he had been patiently waiting until 2am for my father to visit. I knew Dad wouldn't show. I absolutely knew that without a doubt in my mind. But nothing I could have said would have convinced him otherwise.
Wonderful. It's incredibly difficult not to feel such an ugly bitterness but I refuse to let him have that power. Ironically, even thinking that makes me feel like a terrible person.
Christmas is for enjoying. Christmas = Love and family.
And that's what it shall be