I hate the fact that my having my children with me for Christmas day appears to be an issue with my ex. Although it has never really been discussed, each year, my sons have been with me on Christmas day and him on Boxing Day. It just has worked that way and I thought that it was working quite well that way. I am feeling quite vulnerable right now, the disease has a way of creeping up on me at times and blind siding me every once in a while and feelings of morose overwhelm me ... part of the game I guess. You can imagine my surprise when he more or less informed me that he expected them for dinner Christmas day. I ended up giving him more information about my condition than I perhaps wanted to share with him, but nonetheless felt that he should know for when the time comes. I should not have to ask his permission to spend time with my kids ... I shouldn't ... it is just not right.
and then I wonder how many others are there out there dealing with all kinds of illnesses who will be spending the holidays without their children close by, and it makes me sad ...
somewhere there should be a compromise ...
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