Christmas day in 2001 was one of the worst but best days of my life. Here’s why.

That day was the day that all Christian people celebrate and love. It was supposed to be a good day for me and my family. Everyone was happy, family from both sides were coming over, and the food and presents were great. Everything before that was great. Until, obviously, something had to go wrong.

The doorbell rings, and I expect to see one of my family members. But boy, oh boy, was I wrong. Not only was it not one of my family members, it was my ex’s family! Oh, my mom is gonna pay…

Two years before, me and my ex had broken up cause… uh… I may have cheated. But! I’m a changed person! That was when we were in high school, okay? Anyways, our families had stayed close since our parents were friends. But I would have never expected my mom to pull this card out. My ex? On Christmas? Oh boy, this’ll be a day.

He smiled at me as I opened the door. “Merry Christmas.” he says, his cute smile always implanted on his face, and those innocent eyes… Wait, this is my ex!

“Hey, come in you guys.” I smile, waving the family in with the wave of my hand.

This’ll be a long day…