I got really sick over the Christmas holidays this year. I mean, seriously sick, like throwing up in the toilet sick, which I NEVER do, unless I'm hungover or something. It must have been some sort of crazy 24 hour stomach flu bug because almost everyone in my office got sick too over that weekend. And I will always remember the terrible Christmas I spent hugging the toilet, yay.
My husband dutifully called up our friends who we had Christmas Eve dinner plans with to cancel, as well as calling his family who we were supposed to spend Christmas day with. I briefly chatted with my mom to wish her a Merry Christmas and when she found out that Paul had stayed home and taken care of me instead of visiting his parents, she got really upset.
"Why should he stay home if you're sick?!? It's not his fault that you're sick. He should be with his family on Christmas!! You're sleeping all day anyway. Why should he not be able to enjoy Christmas just because you can't? So selfish."
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