I got roped into another boring dinner with my parents tomorrow, and I really don’t want to go. The only reason I will is because I’ll get to see my nieces. I’ll probably just eat and leave.
I live 50 miles away, so I can’t use “it’s too far” as an excuse. :rolleyes: There was one year when I just stayed home with my cats, and I probably had a better time than my co-workers who were hosting 20 or 30 people, most of whom they really didn’t want to see.
When I was a kid, one year the teacher assigned us to write a story about what we were going to do on Christmas, and I just couldn’t write anything because I wasn’t going to write about my mother throwing a tantrum because she didn’t get any Christmas presents (hello, she was the one who always told us that she didn’t want anything and that mommies don’t get Christmas presents anyway) and that my father would be mad because he couldn’t go to his morning kaffeklatsch because he had to watch his kids open their presents.
And now, they will drone on and on about things none of us are interested in. I really don’t want to do this.