Working hard on Christmas

Christmas has always been a difficult holiday for me. There is the joyful Spirit of the season. There is the dead emptiness after all the presents are open.

This past summer, someone extra special tells me that no one could ever love me, and, that I will die alone. While it is not true. I know that I am loved, even if it is for what I can do for someone. We all die alone.

Unfortunately it was said with such hatred and malice. It is very difficult to get the stain washed off.