Merry merries to everyone!
Claudia, good to hear from you!
Well. Whatta Christmas.
Viet came home last night and we almost immediately argued, and went to bed angry (he sleeps upstairs in the extra room anyway usually). Turns out he did not get me any gift whatsoever, nuttin, although according to him he tried and every store closed as he got there. He was late picking up my vacation rental people (BAD) which is what started the argument. He claims he was late because he was looking for my present. What present? I say.
So this morning, girls are wakey, and the dog goes ballistic barky bark which never happens, but whatever. Get up, go to tree, Sol is sooo happy and in wonderment that indeed, Santa dude provided. She starts to open presents and I call upstairs to Viet, who does not respond. Oh. So it's like THAT.
Guess this is MY Christmas thing, I did it all, every single bit, including providing for, shopping, wrapping, all the presents, etc etc ad nauseum. Start to feel sorry for myself, then check that feeling away for later gnawing.
Then I see the front door open, which goes to the courtyard, and I see the street door open, and Viet standing there talking to someone. Sol asks, Is he talking to Santa mami? I sprint out to the street to not miss any more present ransacking and it's Viet's bff, the flamenco dude, completely drunk, on his motorcycle, surely pulled a jag since last night. Immediately feel sympathy for his wife, who must be incredibly worried/sick/angry.
Rush back to the girls at the tree, and Viet comes in with bff, and we watch the gift opening, Viet is all lovey dovey with me. Okay. So it's like THAT.
A nice day proceeds, girls/play/toys/parent availability, bff eventually goes away and incredibly, does not do any damage that I know of, but wife's whereabouts are unknown. Whatever, not my problem anymore.
We fill their little pools up outside (it's a balmy day), play badminton, ball, lots of outdoor fun, eventually go for a hike in nature (one of my fave holiday activities ever). Viet is on his best behavior, says he owes me the gift. Yeah. Meanwhile, the only things in my stocking I put there myself so that Sol would not wonder why Santa so disfavored me. She also insisted that some wooden spoons for Amara were really my present.
I could feel sorry for myself, but I don't wanna. I don't have the energy to, if that makes any sense. My day is coming. One day, I'll be taken out to a nice meal again. One day.
So now he's waiting for my attention, thinking that his presence and love and attention will make up for more material things, and on an enlightened day, I'd agree. He really does have what some others lack, and if it ain't one thing, it's another, I've finally learned in this whole relationship thing.
Happy Christmas, everyone.