We have just escaped a hell hole town, we have been planning and saving for our escape for years. We now have a lovely house in a lovely part of Dorset with lovely views (see pics on profile I am not lying [smug emoticon]) and I was looking forward to our first Christmas in our new home. So I invite family to stay and they are all staying with my mum in her house in hell hole town. One sister does live in the town but my other sister and grandad live within two hours of me, as opposed to four hours from mum.
The thought of going back to hell hole town makes me feel sick, dp does not want to go but quite rightly says we have to go along with mums plans.
I know I am being unreasonable but can you understand why I am being so.