I think I need some sort of emotional antihistamine, every family member is just irritating me at the moment.
May be I'm too old, carrying too much history to react in an appropriate way. From the in-law group chat to my mum ringing up, everyone is just an emotional vampire. I have all the back stories, all the facts and I have run out of fucks to give. I'm bored of the lot of them and MIL's cheery 'we'll all muck in' just made me roll my eyes after thirty years of back story.
I don't think I'm depressed, I've just done a month's work with groups of different strangers and aside from one obvious pompous arse, I found the good and the entertaining in all. Came back all happy and excited and motivated. Three days at home and I'm back to carrying the weight of the world.
Any ideas, am I just shallow happier dipping into superficial interactions or have I just run out of fucks for normal family non-drama.