I have finally ended a private, personal, sustained drama. It was so off base and threw me for three years. It was like a necessary combustion that went on longer than anyone should be able to stand because of my life at the time and what brought me there. But the combustion lasted three years. I put it all on myself. It was so, so wrong and cruel.
It was unnecessary.
I am finally FREE.😊😂😊😂
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Siblings, Forthcoming Holidays, 180 degrees from warm TV commercial genre
I love Christmas. My favorite contemporary songs are:
Blue Christmas, Elvis
Joy to the World, Jewel
Silent Night, my kids and the rest of the children at SMG on Christmas Eve
Natalie is a Christmas related name, I guess. Someone also told me it's Jewish. The nurse at the hospital told me it was so beautiful it made her shiver. 😇
When I grew up, we all had Christmas with an aunt or uncle or grandparent. I am not sure how it went down when I left the house because I was usually going back and forth from my family's home to Lance's home and I thought it would always be that way. I thought it was like a tradition.
Fast forward to my raising young children in the family tradition of Christmas. Suddenly, no one could go to my parent's house because my sister's kid had asthma and my dad, try as he might with every smoking cessation option on the planet, could not quit smoking and did so in the house.
Sister had kids and we started spending all the time at her house. Typically with her in laws who lived down the street. We lived two hours away and they always let us know it, we didn't fit. Sisters new family ruled the roost in that brash, small minded sort of way. Belittled our kids. It kind of sucked and wasn't very welcoming.
Brothers got married and same pattern of migration to the shiny, new family occurred. Traditionally, this is to be expected and we were raised traditionally. So, I get that. My brother and his wife even tried to make it all the way to Madison a couple times but no one else did.
My mom usually worked her nursing home job where she is always needed and made a meal for my dad who probably was just glad to have the day off from his stress-filled life.
Things change. No aunts, uncles, games, stories, memories for my kids on the holidays. I tried to address it with them but was dismissed as negative and crazy. How do you even fight that? Why do I even have to have the conversation in the first place when I feel it should just be, at least with my family.
Try as he might, Lance cannot get anyone in his family to like each other. It has been a long 85+ years for his mom. She is now in her nursing home, as was her life plan using her inheritance. All his older siblings are 1-2 generations older and have grandkids almost as old as Lance, grandkids WAY older than ours, drug and mental health issues, etc. No one gets along so no holiday parties anymore.
Trying to come up with my own thing here. Maybe I can get some friends to stop in for the kids. On their way to or from their own family events.
Blue Christmas, Elvis
Joy to the World, Jewel
Silent Night, my kids and the rest of the children at SMG on Christmas Eve
Natalie is a Christmas related name, I guess. Someone also told me it's Jewish. The nurse at the hospital told me it was so beautiful it made her shiver. 😇
When I grew up, we all had Christmas with an aunt or uncle or grandparent. I am not sure how it went down when I left the house because I was usually going back and forth from my family's home to Lance's home and I thought it would always be that way. I thought it was like a tradition.
Fast forward to my raising young children in the family tradition of Christmas. Suddenly, no one could go to my parent's house because my sister's kid had asthma and my dad, try as he might with every smoking cessation option on the planet, could not quit smoking and did so in the house.
Sister had kids and we started spending all the time at her house. Typically with her in laws who lived down the street. We lived two hours away and they always let us know it, we didn't fit. Sisters new family ruled the roost in that brash, small minded sort of way. Belittled our kids. It kind of sucked and wasn't very welcoming.
Brothers got married and same pattern of migration to the shiny, new family occurred. Traditionally, this is to be expected and we were raised traditionally. So, I get that. My brother and his wife even tried to make it all the way to Madison a couple times but no one else did.
My mom usually worked her nursing home job where she is always needed and made a meal for my dad who probably was just glad to have the day off from his stress-filled life.
Things change. No aunts, uncles, games, stories, memories for my kids on the holidays. I tried to address it with them but was dismissed as negative and crazy. How do you even fight that? Why do I even have to have the conversation in the first place when I feel it should just be, at least with my family.
Try as he might, Lance cannot get anyone in his family to like each other. It has been a long 85+ years for his mom. She is now in her nursing home, as was her life plan using her inheritance. All his older siblings are 1-2 generations older and have grandkids almost as old as Lance, grandkids WAY older than ours, drug and mental health issues, etc. No one gets along so no holiday parties anymore.
Trying to come up with my own thing here. Maybe I can get some friends to stop in for the kids. On their way to or from their own family events.
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