Christmas Eve Breakfast is an event I do not really look forward to. AJ loves hosting it though, so I go along with it for her.
Since we have been together, it has always been a bit of a challenge. The first year we hosted it at the house where we live now. At the time the house was still fairly new, and people did things that really bothered me. It felt like they did not treat the home with much respect, and by the end of the event the place was left pretty trashed.
The second year it was held at AJ’s new home, and unfortunately the same thing happened. Now that we are married and living under the same roof, the breakfast was hosted at our place again. Some people did help with cleaning up this time, which I appreciated, but during the event one of her sisters was very disrespectful to us in our own home. Considering how she keeps her own house, I guess it should not have surprised me.
Even with that, I still managed to have an alright time. I had picked up a cipher puzzle box that had twenty dollars inside it, and a lot of people spent time trying to guess the code to unlock it. That actually turned into a fun distraction during the morning.
Of course the amount of trash left behind afterward was unbelievable, but we managed to get through it.
One thing that continues to bother me is that AJ knows I do not like anyone going into our bedroom, yet she still allows people in there. That has been a boundary I have been clear about, and it is frustrating when it feels like it is not respected.
CL was there as well, which is understandable since he is her son. AJ and I had spent money buying gifts for his kids, but CL decided to take all of the gifts home so the kids could open them on Christmas Day instead. That was his choice, but it still rubbed me the wrong way.
To be honest, I struggle with him. From my perspective he is not doing much to support those kids. He refuses to get a job, and AJ and I are not even sure if he is actually going to school anymore, even though he says he is. At times I find it difficult to even want him in the house.
Drifted Notes 