Don’t Feel Bad for Wanting to Spend The Holidays Alone

You’re not…alone…

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I didn’t want to go home.

The trips were miserable. If I wasn’t scrubbing my mom’s bodily fluids out of the carpet, I was enduring my dad’s judgment. If I said hi, he responded by commenting openly on my hair, my clothes, and of course my body. It wasn’t unusual to spend an afternoon in the ER.