I have lived in NB for 4 years as of October 9. Crazy.
This is our fifth Thanksgiving in NB. (In Canada, we celebrate in October, I know it’s not like this everywhere!) Our first Thanksgiving was the weekend I moved out here and as we were staying with Hubs’ Mom and Step Dad until we got out own place, we had dinner with them.
The following year, we more or less invited ourselves to celebrate Thanksgiving with Hubs’ Dad and Step Mom.
The third year, we celebrated ourselves at home since everyone had their own plans.
The fourth year, we did the same as year three.
This year, I planned a nice dinner for Hubs, the kids and I. Then, we were indirectly invited to celebrate Hubs’ Step Dad’s nephews wedding the weekend of Thanksgiving. I don’t want to go. I told Hubs, I am not going. He can take the kids and go, he can go by himself.
But. I. Am. Not. Going.
Why you ask? Why am I choosing to stay home with my husband and kids instead of spending the holiday with family when I am the first to complain that we never see family?
1- Because we weren’t actually invited. Yes I am going to be that petty about it. We seen Hubs Mom and Step Dad on Saturday. They didn’t invite us while we were there. She called Hubs Dad after we left her house (no, they are not close) and asked him to pass the message on to us. She did not call our house to give us the details. I don’t really feel wanted there.
2- Because I don’t want to sit and play nice while his Mom and Step Dad pretend to be the grandparents on the year when they never see my kids or call to see how any of us are doing. Not to mention the way they ignore Nick and Zoey and favor Alex. Shame on Nick and Zoey for looking like me and not looking like Hubs side of the family. /sigh/
Hubs says he isn’t going if I am not going. That’s his choice.
Am I doing the right thing? I don’t know. But I know that I am doing what feels right to me. And yet, I still feel slightly guilty for it /sigh/
Love, hugs and more to come later!