Why does it have to suck?

We celebrated Christmas with my husband’s family today. I hated it. First of all, they set it for the time when my family does ours. So my family pushed theirs back a few hours. So we get to my husband’s grandparents’ house and no one else is there (his parents, younger siblings, or older brother and SIL). They’re always late, so we don’t think much of it. Well apparently his mom told everyone else an hour later than she told my husband. Then his parents were more than 30 minutes later than that! His parents don’t acknowledge me at all. When we were about to pray to begin the meal, she called everyone by name to come and pray EXCEPT ME. I continued to cook tortillas while everyone else (except my husband) made their plates. His parents and little sister kept telling him to eat but never said anything about me eating.

We went to the car to get presents out and handed his almost-11-year-old sister hers, and she smirked, “only 2?” with a snobby look on her face. I wanted to take both of them back and say, “When you’re grateful maybe you can have something.” But I knew that would not go over well at all with his parents! The whole time we were there she kept asking her grandma, “How many presents did you get me? Huh?” She even told her grandma, “Wow, you have a lot of ugly Christmas shirts.” Her parents laughed and thought it was so funny!

We finally left to go to my family’s. We’d been there about an hour when husband’s mom called and said he needed to go back over there to watch them open their gifts 🙄🙄🙄. Of course he went because he can’t stand to tell his parents no. I know that they will ask him to come to their house tomorrow too. I will absolutely not go. There’s no reason. In the past we did a separate Christmas with them on Christmas Day after being with them for most of Christmas eve because it needed to be just their immediate family, not grandparents 🙄. This year his parents didn’t get us anything, which is fine, so I see no point in spending tome with them, especially when they treat me how they do.

Husband’s older brother and SIL want everyone to go to an escape room together in 2 days. I dread it! I don’t want to be anywhere with his parents, much less locked in the same room with them where his dad will just make underhanded comments at me if I do the tiniest thing wrong.

Ugh! I’m just glad my family isn’t like that. Are they perfect, no! But we know how to be decent humans and get along!