Christmas is one of my favorite holidays. It feels a million miles from what it used to be. I’m beyond grateful that My son did come to visit me from 1300 miles away to have dinner, play a few games of cards and with me but had to leave. This year has been one of the roughest of my life. Between my divorce, my step dad passing, being alone without my kids being near, my in laws moved out of state, (parents and sister passed years ago). It’ll never be the same. This is another “I never seen my life turning out like this” moment that hits to hard. I cried pretty fucking hard tonight. I wish I had someone to share my time with and to feel like someone wanted to be here for/with me as well. I’m sure there’s a lot of other in the same boat. I’m trying to be grateful that I have two jobs, a car, a roof over my head and food in my fridge, friends that reached out yesterday. My sons visit. Yet I feel at my lowest. Any good stories of “years after my divorce” where things got back on track?