Dear Journal, for as long as I can remember, my family and I would spend the week of Christmas at our beach house with my family's lifelong friends, the Arthur's. Even when I moved to Los Angeles when I was thirteen, I would still meet up with my parents and the Arthur's. While I have always gotten along with Aunt Pam and Uncle Peter, I have never really gotten along with their son, Phillip. In fact, we would bicker and pick at each other every chance...