Hoildays Suck

Today is Thanksgiving in the US and its sucks.  My daughter and I are down visiting my sister in Baltimore.  My sister wants to eat at times that clash with feeding regiment and daughter is behaving like a moody teenager even though she's 22.  I've always spoiled that girl.  She's great, early this week she was awesome but she can be so thoughtless and sometimes just insulting.

My son is off skiing at Panorama in British Columbia.  Have I mentioned that he ski races? As a sophomore he won the local JV championships but Junior year wasn't quite as good.  So going into senior year he really wants to shine.  He did summer training at Mt Hood and now Thanksgiving training in Canada.  The season starts in January and could run through March; if he does well, he could ski at that the big state meet which would mean a lot to him.

And of course, my divorce was final as of 11/19.  I can't really say I'm sad about that.  Our marriage hadn't been going well for sometime so I guess I'm glad that's over but, I just wish it could have been different.

Its just that at the holidays I miss not having a real family anymore.  My parents have been gone for years, my kids are grown and mostly gone or at least wish they were.  My asshole of an ex is off with his new woman.  And I just feel alone.

Holidays suck.