Holy shit! I have not posted since 2020. 5 years and lots of changes.
I’m not going to go through everything, but hey, I’m back.
It’s almost Christmas.
Family issues as normal but this year I am putting up boundaries.
I am no longer the mom that can be told I raised them wrong. What I want to say is- you are an adult. I stopped raising you a dozen or more years ago. Time to face reality that who you are is because of what you have done. Not because of how I raised you. You turned out ok as an adult. You were fed , clothed, had shelter, and not beaten. Was I a perfect mom, no, but who the fuck is?
Time to face your reality and now I get to move on.
The fight this year, ewe do a traditional Christmas Eve. One child wants to do Christmas Eve with her in-laws and wants us to attend. Um, no. Our tradition is to be here. We love you, we will see you on a different date. We will not travel on that day. You are welcome at ours, or welcome to do your own. We are good and no hard feelings.
This became a mild battle within what I am calling the family war.
However, I am not participating in this battle.
We will have finger foods, desserts, movies, and games.
All are welcome. If no one attends, Sarge and I will be full and having fun alone.
Why am I posting this? So people know that everyone has family issues.
The holiday bring out even more.
Remember, you can cancel your subscription to the drama of others.
God bless and merry Christmas to all.
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