I am medium about Christmas. I don’t do the Christ child thing–never have really. But there are people with whom I have spent dozens of Christmas holidays, and we have a trove of traditions between us, and in that regard, I do enjoy this season.
My husband does not “do” Christmas. He has some poignant stories from his childhood, and I don’t think you’d blame him for his aversion to this “celebration” that for him, quite probably never was a good time.
I have never had issue with him not attending family events with me; to each their own, eh? But I have missed his presence during the holiday gatherings, and I have been sad that he does not have the array of pleasant associations to this season that I have. I mean, “pleasant associations” are enjoyable, and I want loads of joy for all people; that’s my nature.
You might expect that now that my husband and I are split that I would have some sense of relief about the holidays this December. ‘Cause like I said, while it was never a big deal for me that he didn’t join my families’ festivities, I was sadden by his aversions and aware of his absence.
But. It doesn’t seem any lighter without him. It is almost like he is doubly absent now.
