Of all the Christmas mornings I had awoken in this house, I had never pulled my eyes open to this feeling of betrayal. I understood that it was a ruse, this fact was not lost on me, but the trust I believed we had built with each other within the last day now felt cheapened to know he was giving his more romantic attention to someone via texting. This would only remind me once again of the kind of guy he truly was and why it would never work beyond a one night stand; and even this would leave a mess in our wake. But I would be in luck, however, as I wouldn’t have to turn and find him at my side with the desire to explain my sudden shift in behavior. Instead, I would be able to bogart the bathroom, to which I took full advantage.
Well aware my mother would wish to collect a yearly photogr
