Children love their Christmas presents; I was the same. I even remember that decades ago, my Dad made a Christmas house that contained our Christmas presents, but that was the only time that he put effort into Christmas. He probably didn’t even make it himself but bought it; after all, he buys loyalty with just cash; he bribes everyone and even tried to bribe me.
Christmas is not just for presents, it is not really for presents at all; I have received none because my family do not care a shit about me, even though I have done so much for them, before, during and after they all shafted me.
But I am alone for Christmas; I don’t care a fuck if you feel no sympathy for me, it is a fact. I will just go through the motions and drink myself into oblivion.
You all know why I am alone but even though it is Christmas Day, I feel so sad and I felt like this, from the moment that I got up. Why is that? I have a few good friends who are very caring and both have called or emailed me today. But I am empty, I have no purpose as my only child has decided to put two fingers up to me and actually try and get me in prison for a very long time, even if I have done bugger all.
My Liesel and I tried to teach her some wisdom but all she was interested in was purely materialistic things and to get those things, she was prepared to make lies up about her own father . She is no daughter of mine and, as to the rest of the family, they are as bad as Verity, if not worse.
Liesel, my soulmate, has been gone for 14 years, at the age of just 39, but she is still with me in mind, body and spirit.
David's Diatribe 