Life is so funny. The smallest things can change it in a instant. Right now I hate my circumstances. Yep, just 7 days until Christmas and they are awful (for me). Christmas is suppose to be a happy time, a family time, enjoyment, peace and goodwill. Well, not here. Here it is crying, sad, fighting and trying to put the best foot forward. I am fighting with my husband but it's not really his fault. It is his mothers. Why can't mom's let their sons grow up? Why can't they let go a little when they get married? Why do they always have to be first? Why is his wife automatically the enemy? Looks like to me a wife and her MIL should get along better than anyone right? Heck, they both love the guy, they both want what is best for him right? WRONG! My mil wants what is best for her, not her son, my husband. She is making our life hell with her demands. The bad thing is my husband was a mommy's boy when we met. She is pushing him away. She is pulling the family apart with her demands and wants but she blames me. I am the bad apple. I just want to skip Christmas, my favorite holiday, just to put and end to all of this fighting.