Our Christmas was shit. My beloved MIL died painfully after a 4 month battle with cancer when DS was 6 months old, in July. We nursed her at home and i held her hand as she died.
On Dec 23rd we were told equally beloved FIL has same cancer she died from, and days to live. Hence back and forth to hospital 4 hour round trip away every day to watch him terrified that he's going to die the same way.
DH had to work 25th and 26th (nurse) so it was just me and DS (1 year old).
AIBU to be totally fucked off with my family, friends and anyone else bitching and whinging about getting crap presents or not having a decent party to go to on NYE?
Sorry I need a vent and a cry. And a bottle of wine. A big one.