Like I told Em. . .
My thanksgiving was ok. . . Josie's birthmom decided not to come after we went to visit her Wednesday. She's just having a rough time dealing with things herself, and then to add chaos to the equation would have been too much. My mom and dad didn't come because my mom had to work. My parents live like 6 blocks away, but my dad opted to not come he claims because he is without a car with my mom working and turned down a ride. . . it's not like it's monsoon season here so it was weird, but at least he called me before hand and I know he feels weird doing things without my mom, like he is being disloyal or something.
But my bro and sil came in and my sil has this copycat haircut of mine and she's lost a ton of weight and I feel like she is trying to be me or something. Just a weird paranoid feeling, ya know. My niece wrote this disturbing thanksgiving story about turkeys killing people (she's 7) and my sil was just gushing and I was like speechless. My mil and her hubby came and we all sat around the table and it felt comfortable. My mil mentioned how they were making just turkey breast the next day to have their own leftovers which I totally get. My sil chimes in that my bro got this gift certificate from work and bought a turkey so they can do their own dinner the next day. Cool, sounds like everyone is hunky dory.
Friday my mom stops over for like 3 seconds to give my son a check for some fundraiser thing that he phoned her about and I asked her is she had had a chance to hear my niece's story, and she says, "No, but we'll see them tonight at dinner." I didn't know how to respond because it felt like they all planned to do this after thanksgiving party without me. . .
When I was trying to plan the thanksgiving meal my mom told me she had to work and I said, maybe we could get together before or after the holiday and she said, no, they would just do THEIR thanksgiving before the holiday. So I really felt excluded or even snubbed. Shit, I still feel that way.
My parents are so whacked. I am reading this book about bulimia right now and it is so totally me! I am 41 and I feel like I am 15 and my parents just keep treating me like this kid and not being respectful when I try to be adult. I am not planning to do anything with them for Christmas. I will bet no one will think to call or invite us until a couple days before. I guess I will have to start practicing a calm speech of how we had planned a quiet Christmas with just the kids anyway. . .
I feel like I need freakin therapy!