christmas eve… not a gift in sight, Steve is laying in bed ‘hurting.’ Even when I take all pressure off – no gathering at our house, no gifts, no celebration – he’s too bad off to shave, see the grandbaby in from across the country. Even when it’s on neutral ground. The only thing we asked was to go for a drive and see the lights tonight. Who knows? It’s still early right?
Tomorrow we will go to his brother’s house. V can bring the baby there. If she doesn’t, he’ll be justified in all the years he didn’t go for my kids. Then Wednesday, I’ll go alone to see all my girls together for a few hours while he sits at home NEEDING the Jimmy (he’s already put it out there) there won’t be a lot of daylight so I should hurry. Then I work Thursday. And V leaves Friday. Well, she should have thought how limited things would be before she moved to San Fran.
And he says it’s all me – he never fucks with my holidays. At least that’s what I imagine he’d say if he ever spoke about it. I guess he’s not thinking about anything except how he worked so hard that he’s in terrible pain.