Ive felt dread for Xmas for some years now.
It’s all so much pressure on generally the woman of the house to pull a rabbit out of a hat and go Ta Da and everyone be soooo happy.
I find the pressure to be that woman immense.
I’d love to go out for Xmas lunch or go away somewhere sunny and forget all about it. The build up to Xmas lunch and all the frenetic shopping and present wrapping. I can’t stand it. Life is busy enough already. It all seems so pointless.
I can’t recreate the past so I need to find new ways that suit me better to feel happy but it’s not the traditional thing.
Lost DM a few weeks ago, she was amazing a Xmas. Loved it and would always go the extra mile.
I feel like a poor imitation. I don’t know why I’ve felt like this but I dreaded it even when she was alive.
I think it’s mostly since I had kids of my own. I can’t seem to recreate the magic that I felt when I was young. My DH who is never around doesn’t help. It’s hard to do it all alone.
I’m sorry for the PP out walking her dog. LTB. Give yourself the best Xmas present you ever could: freedom.
It’s only another 24 hours now and it will mostly all be over, I can’t wait 😝