From the Weekend, Part 1
Good time over the weekend. Had some tense moments when we were asked "what is your problem with Nicole and Hal, specifically, and can you perhaps tolerate them for a few days so we can have Christmas with everyone together if they come up?"
*sigh*
I understand my mom's desire to have everyone together for the holiday. Celebrating with the ENTIRE family (or as much as she can get together) is very important to her. Especially if everyone can be there on the DAY, instead of "somewhere between Christmas and New Years." I've gotten really used to fragmenting my holiday celebrations, so honestly, it doesn't bug me (us) to celebrate Christmas with my parents on, say, December 28 or something, and with ONLY them, or just a few other people. In fact, I can honestly say I prefer just a FEW people rather than a BIG WHOLE CROWD. But I do understand my mom's desire. I get it, I really do. And Kev and I both really, really, really really reallyreallyreally hate like anything to disappoint her.
But.
We had to, this time.
I cannot, and will not cater to a self-righteous attention whore who feels the need to insult and put down my husband (and me) for daring to disagree with him. (Or for daring to do something that doesn't leave all of everyone's positive attention focused on him.)
I cannot, and will not keep my mouth shut when the aforementioned Self-Righteous Attention Whore starts ragging on Lutherans, and Lutheranism, and really Anyone Who Disagrees With Him In The Slightest.
I cannot, and will not willingly socialize with someone who talks out of both sides of her mouth, who asks me for a huge favor and then when I go and do it, immediately negates it and bad-mouths me to the family for daring to do something like that unsolicited.
I cannot, and will not willingly spend time with someone whose very idea of "truth" has nothing to do with what really is true, and has everything to do with what she wants to be true, and who bases all her actions on what her current version of "reality" is.
So...we had to tell her, sadly, "No...I'm sorry, we just can't do that."
And I hate doing that.
Why does Doing The Right Thing, and Taking The High Road, and Behaving Like An Adult sometimes hurt so very much?
*sigh*
I understand my mom's desire to have everyone together for the holiday. Celebrating with the ENTIRE family (or as much as she can get together) is very important to her. Especially if everyone can be there on the DAY, instead of "somewhere between Christmas and New Years." I've gotten really used to fragmenting my holiday celebrations, so honestly, it doesn't bug me (us) to celebrate Christmas with my parents on, say, December 28 or something, and with ONLY them, or just a few other people. In fact, I can honestly say I prefer just a FEW people rather than a BIG WHOLE CROWD. But I do understand my mom's desire. I get it, I really do. And Kev and I both really, really, really really reallyreallyreally hate like anything to disappoint her.
But.
We had to, this time.
I cannot, and will not cater to a self-righteous attention whore who feels the need to insult and put down my husband (and me) for daring to disagree with him. (Or for daring to do something that doesn't leave all of everyone's positive attention focused on him.)
I cannot, and will not keep my mouth shut when the aforementioned Self-Righteous Attention Whore starts ragging on Lutherans, and Lutheranism, and really Anyone Who Disagrees With Him In The Slightest.
I cannot, and will not willingly socialize with someone who talks out of both sides of her mouth, who asks me for a huge favor and then when I go and do it, immediately negates it and bad-mouths me to the family for daring to do something like that unsolicited.
I cannot, and will not willingly spend time with someone whose very idea of "truth" has nothing to do with what really is true, and has everything to do with what she wants to be true, and who bases all her actions on what her current version of "reality" is.
So...we had to tell her, sadly, "No...I'm sorry, we just can't do that."
And I hate doing that.
Why does Doing The Right Thing, and Taking The High Road, and Behaving Like An Adult sometimes hurt so very much?
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