I used to love Christmas but for the last 7 years I dread it, cause it means I have to spend the whole day with my mum’s bf.

7 years ago this man sexually assaulted me the night before my Grandad’s funeral. I didn’t tell my mum cause it was her dad, but I know my brother told her about it but she has never once  acknowledged it to me.

Today I jokingly asked if knob head counted for scrabble but apparently this upset him cause he thought I was calling it him (tbf I was). My mum then pulled me to one side, to tell me to apologise to him cause it upset him, I told her no, that I didn’t care how it made him feel. All day he was calling us bitches or cunts but that’s ok.

Im so done with this shit, next year I’d rather spend Christmas alone!