Giving darkness a run for it's money...

A dark night of the soul compared to what I am going through now would be like a picnic on the riverbank on a Sunday afternoon.

Had no Christmas.

My brother raged at my father and I over the phone yesterday, and denied both of us from seeing the two girls, my Dad's granddaughters and my nieces, respectively.

Since my boyfriend lives out of state, and I knew I wasn't going to get to be with him during the holidays, all that was next on my list was wanting to see my nieces happy and their faces light up when they opened the presents I got for them. I was denied that pleasure, and my rights as Aunt to be able to love them, and spoil them on Christmas.

I guess it wasn't grim enough for my car to malfunction on Wednesday and become undriveable. It's now sitting my my driveway waiting to be towed sometime this week.

I'm really hurting right now. My heart aches and is heavy, and the pit of my stomach is roiling from the stress and emotional pain of the last two days. I have been alone in my apartment for two days, with no transportation, and no Christmas what to speak of.