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Christmas without Pop is awkward. Hell life without him is awkward. My retarded aunt(I'm not being mean..she really is) has moved in down there and is treating it more like her house than my grandmothers. It's Granny's house...damnit. I have never felt less at home in my entire life. I grew up in that house, and now I feel like a stranger in it. Breakfast with Aunt and Uncle in the am. Then mid-afternoon snacking at mothers. My sister and her fiance will be there, Oh joy! Plus my stupid step-sister. I am tempted to fain an illness to escape all the drama. I think next Christmas, I will take my uncle up on the going to the Bahamas, or Gulf Shores, or anywhere away from the craziness that ensues whenever my family is around. It almost makes me not want to move back home. But I honestly don't see what other option I have. Grr.. Merry Christmas everyone.