(This one is written for Mike Merva, because I know he still reads my blog, probably the only one. Go figure, us "English Types" No "Farting in my general direction" if you aren't!)
So, what should I be feeling right now about the blatant disregard for my child's birthday by family? Pissed? Understanding? Disappointment? Not giving a shit because the only family that really matters are the ones that reside in the same house as me? I think I am choosing the latter. My husband is choosing the first. Whatever! No one let us pick our families while conscious in this life, and when we chose them before we were born, it was probably just for these types of lessons, not for familial love feelings. Although sometimes I still try to carve out my "ideal" extended family from the fragments that are there in my real family. However, I fall short again and again. Shouldn't be a surprise at this point, but for some reason I really like bloodying my head against the wall. I think I have bloodied my head one too many times and it finally hit me. I am DONE!
I never knew my "rebellious stage" would hit me when I was 30, but here it is! Screw them all, this is our happy life, and I am done trying to please them. We are taking a plane to Portugal, and not coming back! If they want to see the kids, let them come to the coolest place, instead of us coming to their miserable world. I may go as far as visiting friends in the US, and making them drive to our friends. Friends are the family I choose. Like Mike and Lisa who will probably be the only ones to read this post!
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And your husband. I chose the option you did not list. Who gives a shit? We gave our kids exactly what they wanted - time with the people that love them the most.
OOPS. you did list that option, I read it a second time. And by the way, my mother was a hamster, and my father smells of elderberries.
Oh thanks, although it was kind of a downer post. I mean, healthy, right? Getting the bad energy out or something? Processing through writing? That's good for a person; I read articles about it to my students to try to convince them the class I'm teaching isn't worthless. :)
See you this weekend I think!
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