So DSS28 texted my a photograph of the Christmas tree he and his "soon to be fiancee" put up over the weekend. The accompanying script was "It's real cause that's how we roll." Let me give you some background here, DH and I have been together for 20 years and married for 17, for the first 5 we had real trees. I can give you a clue who did the needle cleaning. After the first two years together I can also give you a clue who decorated the damn thing all alone while everyone else pursued other activities. Putting away? You know. So ... I sent a text back saying how pretty the tree. Then a bit later I sent another saying that it wasn't much fun though and now did he wonder why I hated doing it all alone. I meant it as a joke (sort of) but if you know my personality it would have been taken that way. Well as the night progresses I get tagged in a facebook photo of the damn tree and the caption says "It took so looooong to put up because SS has not decorated a tree in years." Really, this ass hadn't decorated a tree because he was out with your friends doing whatever the hell he wanted, whenever he wanted - the same as his sister and father. The only reason he had a tree was because I chose to spend hours putting up a fourteen foot freaking tree all damn day. I just loved dragging all that crap up from the basement and going up and down an ladder a hundred times. The year I quit doing it the three of the bitched and moaned but did nothing about decorating. There has yet to be a full tree since. I have a small one dedicated to my University but that's for me. Even then I skipped it last year and am debating about this year.

So, I say something - so against my best judgement - to DH about this. Of course I am in the wrong and I have hurt SS's feelings. I took away the joy of his tree. Mind you he has had many of his own trees and a previous fiancee but how quickly we forget that! DH is out of town so this all took place over the phone so I just said my phone was dying and hung up. I know it is so wrong but I ended up texting SS this morning saying, "I am sorry about my comments about your tree. It should have been a fun day for you." I got back, "It's all good, no biggie. I love you." which obviously means it was and he had already run to Daddy before I brought this up. Daddy had been stewing - this was a fight waiting to happen anyway. Seriously at twenty fucking eight? And to keep peace with DH I am still eating crow with his kids. I hate my life.