Okay okay so this may not seem like a big thing but it kinda is for me.
Every year I DREAD having to go to my parents house for holidays. It’s always stressful, my dad acts like an ass, yells at my kids for being ever so slightly noisy (because they’re kids and they’re playing with their cousins). He also has to micromanage EVERYTHING right down to telling who can start first with putting their plate together at the “buffet” line and who sits where at the table.
And let’s not forget the inevitable racist comments, political comments, etc. All while he knows my stance on things, he brings [things] up all the time to get a reaction out of me.My husband hates going over there and so do my kids. None of us ever have a good time.
Sooooo when my mom sent the “Christmas invitation” Facebook messenger message… I FINALLY worked up the courage to say “we have other plans for Christmas but thank you for the invitation.”
I’m all nervous now. I just KNOW a phone call is coming eventually because my dad is gonna be all “why aren’t you guys coming to Christmas?” but I’m glad I at least got the “decline” out of the way. It was really hard to do, guys. But I did it. Whew.
Every year I DREAD having to go to my parents house for holidays. It’s always stressful, my dad acts like an ass, yells at my kids for being ever so slightly noisy (because they’re kids and they’re playing with their cousins). He also has to micromanage EVERYTHING right down to telling who can start first with putting their plate together at the “buffet” line and who sits where at the table.
And let’s not forget the inevitable racist comments, political comments, etc. All while he knows my stance on things, he brings [things] up all the time to get a reaction out of me.My husband hates going over there and so do my kids. None of us ever have a good time.
Sooooo when my mom sent the “Christmas invitation” Facebook messenger message… I FINALLY worked up the courage to say “we have other plans for Christmas but thank you for the invitation.”
I’m all nervous now. I just KNOW a phone call is coming eventually because my dad is gonna be all “why aren’t you guys coming to Christmas?” but I’m glad I at least got the “decline” out of the way. It was really hard to do, guys. But I did it. Whew.
