I could just throttle my kid. Just when I think I've mastered the art of detachment, when I am "zen" and can handle anything - blammo. I maintained, didn't blow, didn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he'd *really* crawled under my skin but honestly? I am angrier and more hurt than I've been in I don't know how long. What *really* has my fur ruffled is that he's hurt his siblings too. It's just a really lousy way for him to behave. Even though I know it wouldn't make a darn bit of difference, gosh.... I would so love to give him a rather large piece of my mind. But I won't, not ever. He doesn't get to know how hurt we are. He isn't coming home for Christmas. Called today to ask if he could go to a peer's (housemate's) house for Christmas. Too "inconvenient" for him to come home since he didn't get to do it his way (i.e. miss school). But he can go to who knows who's house to spend a family holiday with anyone *but* his family. We've schlepped all over the darn Chicago area for 9 doggone years, bearing gifts, braving snow storms, fighting hours-long traffic jams, doing everything we could to maintain a sense of family in spite of all the garbage he's pulled. I never expected a "thank you" but I sure as heck didn't expect this blatant.... I don't know what you'd even call it but it Hoovers majorly. Diva is going to be absolutely *devastated*. She worships the ground thank you walks on, tho' I don't know why given all he's put her through. He is such a careless human being and I am disappointed in him beyond words. Ugh. Sorry. I just had to spew - I feel like I could just explode right now. I need to get over it, in record speed, so that we can make sure to do our very best to make it a good holiday for the other kids. Must keep it light and airy, joyful, with gratitude for the blessings we do have. thank you just doesn't get what he's throwing away, you know?