So the annual Christmas guilt trip has started again.
I’m 45, have no kids, live with my DP, and live over four hours away from my dad and brother by train, with two changes. My mum died five years ago. I also have a cat and work for the NHS. I’m lucky enough to have Christmas Day and Boxing Day off each year, but Christmas Eve can be part of my roster.
I moved away from home 24 years ago, and for around 21 of those years I travelled back home for Christmas because my parents expected us all to be together as a family. For years, that meant travelling on Christmas Eve after work and coming back on Boxing Day, often driving, and paying for cat sitters or an expensive cattery.
And honestly? I never really enjoyed it. We’d have dinner, watch TV and sit around in silence. There was no particular Christmas magic or quality time together. But I did it because it’s family.
Three years ago, I finally broke the habit. I had moved in with my DP and invited my family to come to us because, for once, I wanted to spend Christmas in my own home. Only my dad came. Understandably as my brother is split from his daughter mum and they share Christmas Day.
Last year, I stayed at home with my DP and absolutely loved it. No travelling, no rushing around, no expense, just a relaxed Christmas in our own home. My dad went to my brother’s, where he was with my brother’s new partner and her children, who apparently love Christmas. A huge house full of people is basically my worst nightmare, so I was perfectly happy staying home.
We met the following week, halfway between us, and had a lovely day out and lunch together.
Now the guilt trip has started again this year.
My dad says he wants the family together and keeps talking about getting older and mum not being here and it was her wish for us to be together at Christmas. I understand that. But I don’t think he understands what he’s actually asking of me. I invited him to mine, but he wants to be in his home as he is old.
I see my dad and brother roughly every six weeks anyway. We meet halfway, spend the day together, go out for lunch and actually do something. I’m not avoiding my family or refusing to see
Why does Christmas mean that I’m expected to spend a huge amount of time, money and energy travelling for one day that I don’t particularly enjoy, simply because that’s what we’ve always done?
I’m starting to feel like I’m being made to feel guilty for wanting to spend Christmas in my own home with my partner.
Am I being unreasonable, or is it okay to say that I don’t want to travel home for Christmas anymore?