My boyfriend. We have 3 kids and this year is our first year being able to spend Christmas in our own home . I have so many Christmas ideas and how I wanted the morning to go and he want stop yelling at the kids hitting my daughter. So me telling him to fucking stop turns into how dare I wake up and not make him breakfast. And a finger bruises in my legs from him trying to yank me off the bed. His grandma is cooking a huge dinner tonight that with my ED I didn’t think breakfast was a Christmas thing. In my family you starved until the food was done. And I do have a ED so cooking is hard for me. I cook I don’t cook it’s never a problem. But today it was a huge fight how could I be scum for that. I’m kissing my shit and what was suppose to be a loving day my house is cold and quite with kids running around confused. I’m looking at this sit and hold box’s in their laps trying to open the gifts. And I had to assemble all my sons toys because he said that’s what I do with everything that comes in the house, but what he doesn’t understand is I almost hurt myself putting things together I do it because he want. I’ll make my kids a breakfast something fast like oatmeal sometimes raisin toast but the whole eggs meats grits toast makes me sick. I hate eggs so much I can’t stand the sight of a egg but he wants 5 scrambled with bacon and grits and toast all while he watch’s his games on tv. Sitting back all he did was pocket Christmas I was out all December trying my hardest to pick everyone out something and my kids I’ve cooked all December. And 2 days ago I drove from NC to MS the back way because I’m terrified of highways that’s a 12 hour trip. He didn’t drive a mile because he was pissed I toke that way. I’m sorry for ranting I’m just alone.