I still can't let go of what Mom said to me. It truly hurt me and I struggle to get past it. Yet I want Trevor to know and love her, his Oma. I want him to know his Austrian family and heritage too; like the Krampus for example. I learned about him as a little girl and found the story fascinating, not scary. My beloved set up the Christmas tree for me and made dinner tonight; have I mentioned I absolutely love this man? I haven't really spoken much to Mom since then and I find it difficult to pick up the phone. Especially with my due date swiftly approaching, and Gabe's birthday coming up, I want to focus on our family and let the rest of my family handle things for themselves for once. I might be having a baby on Christmas and part of me loves that idea; especially because Trevor's great grandpa was born on Christmas Eve. Why did they let a heavily pregnant woman do all that work on Thanksgiving and volunteer no help? If not for my beloved I would have been totally on my own. I guess that's it for now.
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