We live in Europe and thanks to Covid, haven’t seen our families for two years. We are in the UK now to catch up with them all and it’s… not great.
My FIL has aged a lot, to the extent where DH is worried about leaving him here driving: he’s bumped his car twice just in the week we’ve been here. Plus he’s getting increasingly confused and struggling with various things.
SIL has become more anxious than I remember. And openly fighting with BIL in front of us. I think they are worried about money - they’ve talked about moving by house prices seem to have shot up locally, and neither are big earners.
I was so looking forward to seeing my own sister, we are staying with her now and it’s really quite difficult. She does suffer from depression, she and her partner don’t have kids and have wfh through the pandemic so they’ve been living a very routine life with just the two of them. DH and I have two kids, plus we work in schools so for us it has been business / life as usual. Her house is perfect: I feel like she’s tutting whenever I put a glass down or leave a book out. They live such a rigid, ‘just so’ life, I feel like we are just getting in the way. She doesn’t seem at all interested in spending any time with just me: we used to be really close, but it feels so distant atm.
We’ve still got to go to my parents. I’m kind of dreading it tbh. The last saw out boys when they were children- now the oldest is a proper teen, and there are two lost years to make up.
I looked forward to this for so long (we have rebooked these flights four times) and it’s just so much harder than I expected. We’ve all missed each other but It also feels like we’ve just got used to being apart though, and that we might as well not have bothered coming. It makes me sad.