I Was Uninvited From Christmas by the Man Living in My House

Proof they thought they’d won at life.

Then I missed my nephew’s birthday while closing a commercial acquisition in Chicago.

Patricia told relatives I always had another excuse.

“David only cares about work.”

A month later…

The Christmas text arrived.

December eighteenth.

Late enough that I’d likely made no other holiday plans.

Early enough for Michael to continue reading …