Padres, well said.

I have not celebrated X-mas in eight years. X-mas 2000 was a very negative experience which led to an experience that changed my life which then led to me deciding to leave the city where I was raised for a new life. I remember when my mom asked if I was coming home X-mas 2001. I told her "No". She then did the "mom" thing, it was the first time I stood up to her and did what I wanted to do. Going forward, I never went home for X-mas, however, I did make it there for Thanksgiving (until this year).

My relationship with my family is best when I am 400 miles away. I went home last year for turkey day. The day before I was suppose to leave, my dad asked if "I was okay with being alone". Um, I am not alone and yes, I am happy. Very happy. My family does not understand my hobbies and the life I live. They are a very negtive bunch. Lots of complaining, lots of drama and no solutions to improve their situation. I love them, but they drain every ounce of energy from me. So, while I do call often, I do not go home.

This year my mother asked "what I was doing for Thanksgiving". I told her I am riding my bike out West. She said "I could ride my bike up here". Um, no, I cannot. This year, I will ride my bike to Leesburg, spend two nights in a lovely B&B, have peace and give Thanks. This year, for the first time in seven years I will celebrate X-mas. I will have a tree, put up lights, cook what will become "my" traditional meal, spend it with someone dear to me . . . Oh, and ride my bike.