I know the main thing about Christmas is getting presents, and there were definitely some things that I wanted. And I got those things. But they don’t mean anything, not to me. The most expensive gift, or the cheapest. None of it really matters to me. All I really wanted for Christmas. Was to be appreciated, maybe even loved. Told that I mattered. Told that I wasn’t constantly being replaced. That’s all I needed. Nothing more than that, yet I didn’t get it. I got all the things I wanted. But not one thing that I needed.