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

part.”

“The humiliating part.”

I sat at my kitchen island with a glass of water and looked out over downtown lights. My tree was up. White lights only. No ornaments except the old glass ones my grandmother left me.

“You mean helping you buy the house, or keeping my mouth shut for two years?”

She took that hit and came back swinging.

“You set us up.”

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