Today’s prompt is:  The time someone or something ruined your holiday season.

This is easy.
The award goes to my ex partner for getting so drunk after work on Christmas Eve knowing we were due to travel down to spend Christmas with my parents, throwing up in the middle of the road en route then throwing up again in my Dad’s rose bushes when we arrived.
He made it worse by sulking because we didn’t go down the pub before dinner, then told me we had to leave afterwards as he’d promised his Ex Wife to deliver the kids to her for Christmas tea and Boxing Day.
It ruined my Christmas as I saw my parents so rarely and knew Mum had pulled out all the stops for a three day stay.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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  1. Sadje says:

    Sorry to say, but what a jerk!

  2. Michael says:

    That’s one not to remember Di. Glad you moved on from that one.

  3. floridaborne says:

    That has to go down in the annals of one of the worst Christmases from hell I’ve ever read about. Good job, and in only 120 words!

    • It was for me. I couldn’t make a fuss though because the kids were still young and I didn’t want to ruin Christmas for them, but when we’d dropped them off, I made my feelings known. He laughed and went up to the pub on his own.

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