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

said out loud yet.

“I can’t keep up.”

The Part He Never Knew

I should’ve felt satisfied.

I didn’t.

I felt tired. And meaner than I like to admit.

“Why uninvite me?” I asked.

His face shut down again. Different door this time.

“Because every time you’re around Patricia gets in a mood.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It is if you live with her.”

I waited.

He leaned both continue reading …