As we’re winding down the Christmas holiday, I can’t help but feel a tiny bit lonely. With these many days off, I should have went on a trip, or did something fun, but all I am doing is sitting around the house and cleaning. Sure, I guess that is a good thing, atleast I am productive, but it certainly doesn’t make a very good story to tell.

This holiday, my ex is driving down from Indiana with her boyfriend and my son… but they aren’t scheduled to arrive until Christmas Day, which gives me 4 days of complete alone time. This is the time where I start to feel a bit sad because I live atleast 2 hours away from my closest family member, and most of my friends are off with their families, doing family stuff. So, thats when I start to think about how, at the age of 36, my life has turned out this way.

I really should’t feel bad… I’m relatively healthy, I have a decent job, I live in South Florida… what do I have to complain about. I know there are people in this world that have it far worse than me.

When I was younger and more naive, I believed that I would be living the dream… house, wife, kids… but life takes some strange turns, and instead of living the way I envisioned, I’m sitting alone for the Christmas holiday waiting for my ex to hopefully bring my son for a visit.

Its really hard to get festive, but I’m goung to force myself to atleast put up my tiny tree, and wrap my son’s presents. I would hate myself if I let my son see that I’m not enjoying Christmas.

Anyway, welcome to my pity party…