We managed to complete our Christmas shopping way in advance and I was so excited. It
gave me something else to concentrate on besides our problems. The days flew by and
before we knew it, our company had closed for the holidays. I spent the first few days
spring cleaning our home. I was exhausted but it was a good feeling. A sense of
accomplishment.
I spent the 23rd prepping for our Christmas lunch. I woke up early on Christmas eve. And
cleaned our home from top to bottom. Sean's Mother insisted on doing the turkey, cause
apparently she does it the best, so I left her to it. I wasn't going to argue. This was going to
be a long day. She had this knack of turning the kitchen into a war zone whenever she
cooks. I just had to hold my breath and allow her to do her thing.
Then she really started to get on my nerves. She wanted to do all the cooking. This was my
thing. I planned this day so carefully and it's not like I can't cook. I have been doing
Christmas lunch at home for as long as I can remember. I even had all my recipes together.
I then just took a deep breath and let her get on it. I wasn't going to let this get to me. I
wasn't even going to bring it up with Sean. Christmas is a festive time after all. And the
last thing I want is a fight with Sean on Christmas. I was seething with rage on the inside
though. I couldn't understand why we couldn't do it together. Why does she have to
control everything, especially everything in the kitchen. I decided on the menu and I
bought everything for Christmas. Now, she wants to do all the cooking, what a slap in the
face.
It was increasingly difficult to not get upset. But I had to control myself. It took a lot of
breathing and self-motivation but I eventually let go of the whole situation. I wasn't going
to let anything spoil this day. So much planning went into Christmas and I will make sure
that everyone has a wonderful day.
At long last the day arrived. I would have roasted the turkey the day before but she said
that she will be able to do it all on Christmas morning. Who was I to argue. I woke up to
Darius jumping on the bed wishing me a merry Christmas. He was so excited because he
saw all the presents under the tree. I had put all the presents under the tree after
everyone had gone to bed. Darius didn't ask for anything for Christmas, But I had gotten
him a few things that I'm sure he would like. He loved character linen and he had this
weird obsession with WWE wrestling. So I had gotten him a WWE fleece throw, WWE
bedding, Some WWE facecloths, and a WWE hooded swimming towel. He was the kind of
child that didn't play with toys, shocking I know. I was surprised when I learnt that Darius
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Reborn
Non-FictionA novel of personal growth By Ms. B This story is about how I survived an abusive marriage for 10 years. How I eventually plucked up the courage to walk away and how I survived the months that followed. How I realised that I wasn't the only one who...