So November looms. That means the holiday season is about to officially come upon us. I normally enjoy the holidays, and always strive to do so, but it's been difficult ever since my parents divorced. I guess it gets “easier” (whatever that is) each year, but still a lot of the joy of the holidays is sapped out of them for me.
Thanksgiving is usually the holiday that I pick a parent to spend with, or usually whoever invites me first. Two years ago mom invited me first, so I went with her. Last year I felt like spending it with her, too, so I asked and got invited. I don't know that Dad appreciated that much. He wasn't upset about it, but he did make comment of it as I recall. Christmas is the holiday I get to split, usually spending Christmas Eve/morning with one, and the rest of Christmas day with the other.
This year I almost just feel like not dealing with it at all. If I lived farther away it would be justifiable and even reasonable that I wouldn't come home for the holiday. That sounds horrible, I know; cold. Am I cold? Maybe, but I don't know. I don't harbor unforgiveness against either of them - I'm through with that. I did for years and finally realized what was happening and how it was affecting me. It was a big burden that I was glad to be rid of. But that doesn't magically make things fabulous during the holidays for me.
Last year Sheryl invited me to come over after the half-family Thanksgiving, because she knew holidays can be depressing for me. That was really nice, and I ended up taking her up on the offer.
Maybe I'll go visit Jeeves for Thanksgiving or something, so when the parents ask I can say I already have other plans. Whaddya say Jeeves?