So, yes – my posting frequency has fallen off a bit in the past week. I blame it on the fact that my boss threw 2 fairly major projects in my lap early last week, and told me to have them both ready for a meeting on Friday afternoon. This managed to screw with both my free time at work and my ability to actually leave the office at a normal hour – I only made it to the gym with L. on Monday. Also, I ended up having to cancel on the Red Sox game BF and I had tickets for Thursday afternoon – he brought his friend instead, so at least they weren’t a total waste.
In any case – I’ve been musing over something that I had a disagreement with my mother over this weekend. See, I’ve got a fair amount of extended family, and, well – we don’t really get along at all. We suffer each other’s presence a few times a year at family holidays and parties, but it is increasingly unpleasant and ugly. After a rather horrific scene at a graduation party last May, both my sister and I have made the decision to largely opt-out of the family gatherings. There are a few cousins that we don’t have particularly ill feelings towards, but they don’t make up for the general level of vitriol and hatred that goes on at a family gathering.
That being said – one my my cousin’s is getting married next month. She’s actually doing the destination wedding thing, then having a reception back home a few weeks later for everyone else that couldn’t be there. Now, none of the extended family except my grandmother were even given the option of attending the destination, which has already caused a few hurt feelings. This weekend, I found out from my mother that they received the invitation to the reception – it was addressed to Mr. and Mrs. X, and family. Now – I am 30 years old, and my younger sister is 26 years old. My sister does live in my parents house, still, but I haven’t lived there for almost 6 years. I told my mother that I thought it was hopelessly rude and tacky to expect that to suffice as an actual invitation for me, particularly as I am in a serious relationship (and all relatives have met BF), and, in addition to not being invited myself, I’m not allowed to bring a date? Really? My mother thinks I shouldn’t add this to the stack of rude and nasty things my family has done, and just chalk it up to a money saving exercise. Sure, I guess – but I won’t be attending.
