Well that is a bitter sweet part of Christmas for me. Let me tell you why....
[Insert tacky flashback sequence]
My ex husband was an emotional control freak. His favourite way of 'Punishing' me or my girls was to give us the silent treatment. 9 times out of 10 we never even knew why he was ignoring us until after the shit had hit the fan [we argued] and he came clean.
Well one time he stopped talking to me for 3 weeks.... 3 WEEKS! How do you live in a house with someone day in and day out and not converse with them at all?!? I dunno, but he did it. And like usual, it festered & festered until it turned into an explosive argument [a really bad one] And then he told me it was because i had eaten the last of our fruit mince pies without asking him if he wanted it first.
..... Are you fucking serious?
Ever since then, at this time of year when Christmas stuff comes out, i think of that stupid situation when i see the fruit mince pies. Even nearly 20 years later.
Thanks for ruining my love of fruit mince pies you asshole!!
