As you may know, dear readers, my family does not like me. I will spare you the details but let’s just say that they spend a lot of time telling me how I should be and not accepting how I am. My point here, though, is that I have people in my life who I can call and be miserable and complain about how those other people treat me and they still manage to love me. I love my chosen family back. That’s something to be proud of. (I know I’m late to the party but can’t'cha be proud all year?)