What was your worst Christmas?

My cousin got in a terrible car accident a couple days before Christmas. She had a head on collision on a busy highway due to a drunk driver on the wrong side of the road. She wasn’t supposed to make it. And during Christmas, majority of my family was saying goodbye to her in the hospital while she was in a coma. She did pull through though, to her doctors amazement, but that was after x-mas, so it was a pretty crappy one.

First post-divorce christmas of my parents when all the traditions I’d grown up with changed in one swift movement. I wanted to cry more than celebrate.

My grandma died of Cancer. She bought me my first bike but never saw me receive it.

This one, I’m ill with flu.

This one. My best friend, a certain kind of soul mate, a light in my darkness, died on the 17th. I haven’t known what to do with myself since it happened. There’s only one person in the world who knows if Tigh killed himself intentionally, and he isn’t ready to talk about it.

Not knowing how or why it happened has put me in some kind of hell that I do not know how to escape. I miss him so fucking much. Words can’t even begin to describe what I’ve been feeling since this happened. I came to Fluther, because I don’t want to do anything, or be anywhere, but all of my posts since this have happened have been about Tigh. I haven’t been eating or sleeping, and I just don’t know what to do. Nothing is okay. Christmas isn’t good anymore. Every year when I hear Christmas music, see lights, decorations… It will only remind me of what happened.

I’m going insane, and I just want it to be over. I’m not looking forward to school starting again, or the new year… Because Tigh won’t be here. I can’t talk to him for hours, go on drives with him, or hug him anymore. Right now, I just want to say fuck everything.

All of them. I hate Christmas. I hate holidays. Who am I kidding…I just hate.

I twisted my “good” ankle going to the mailbox tonight and busted my ass. Then I had to wear heels to church which only exacerbated the problem. Both my feet, since the other one is horribly arthritic, are killing me. :P Happy hijacked holiday!

The worst Christmas I ever had was when I was five. I remember running down the stairs to see what Santa left, but all I saw was the tree tipped over, the ornaments broken, and everything was gone. I wasn’t hurt that my gifts were gone I was hurt that the gifts I had worked so hard to make for my mother and father were gone. I remember crying so hard, that there was nothing that could be said or done to make me feel better.
Both my parents were hurt that we didn’t get to celebrate christmas that year, and the fact that nobody had heard anybody in the house.
It was hard to watch my mother cry too, and I guess that is what really hurt me even more.

@shego Fucking Grinch. I hate him…and his little dog Max, too.

Why’d I start this? This is just making me sad?

@simone54 WHAT??? Best. Question. Ever. And so timely and appropriate, too.

Learning I was pregnant with a baby I couldn’t keep and breaking up with my bf of several years over the decision. We were living in a beautiful place, had a gorgeous 18ft tree in the living room decorated with old fashioned style ornaments I loved and surrounded by a passel of gifts for family and friends that were soon to arrive. I’d sit and gaze up at that tree each night, fireplace going, wall to ceiling glass windows looking out to star filled skies… everything so lovely, surrounded by great people and yet I never felt so sad and alone.

2004…
My aunt was in a traffic accident that landed her in Intensive Care for a few weeks. They had to rebuild part of her skull and she still isn’t the same.
Thinking back to it, I’m still so thankful she made it out alive.

And there was also the Tsunami business in Asia.

It was a miserable Christmas, but events like that do remind you how important it is to spend time with the ones you love.

@DrasticDreamer
:( I feel for you. (Hugs.)
Best of luck in dealing with your loss.

One day, you will be happy again. For now, just keep going.

I think this is my worst christmas, I didn’t get nothing… :(

@DrasticDreamer ditto Fyrius comment! Well said! Hang in there DD! As my grandfather said many times, “it will pass!” Time is the great healer of hearts!

I had strep last year. Not such a big deal, but it sucked.