This is by far the worst Christmas I have ever had. It all started with the bag of clothes for my nephew for his Christmas present. I had put the wrong bag in my storage unit and my family says “oh well, it’s too late now” and then later on, my sisters boyfriend proposed to her and shortly after that, my family asks me if I’m ever gonna find someone(my older sister is married and then now my sister got engaged) seems like they completely forgot that I was physically, emotionally, and mentally abused for almost 4 years, so it’s kinda hard for me to be in the dating scene and to find someone that’s not gonna do what my boys father did to me. There are days where I just feel like packing all mine and my boys stuff and moving to a different state and starting fresh