Nothing like the holidays to remind you how very alone you are.I am married (21 years) but my husband's family hates me.  My own family is half dead and the rest is very distant/also hates me.  Hated going on social media seeing what a great time everyone had on Thanksgiving, when I was stuck in my cold apartment and a microwavable 3 minute pizza that I somehow fucked up. Most days,  my husband is able to go pick up fast food, but our car wouldn't start yesterday, of all days. Starving now and seeing every other other post  about people having such a great feast yesterday is just smearing it in the face for those of us who can't do shit about it.  I