This year has been a really tough one, after spending 10 months being hounded, harassed and stalked by my mother due to cutting contact due to her abusive behaviour towards my children, we have now moved 300 miles away.
We are now closer to my husbands family and he is really excited to finally be able to spend Christmas day with them. It will be the first time in 16 years so I can understand why he is looking forward to it.
But I'm dreading it, honestly I'm feeling a bit lost. Living in a new area where I know nobody, no friends, no family and basically it's like both my parents are now dead.
I hardly know his family, as we've only seen them once a year for maybe half the time we've been together, they are really nice kind people, so this is definitely my own issue, not due to them.
I've got severe depression and awful anxiety, which I've no doubt is making me blow this out of proportion. (I do Start therapy this week).
2 of our children are very excited to spend the holidays with them, 1 (is autistic) is struggling with it as it is making him feel anxious and overwhelmed.
Do I just grin and bare it? Let my husband and girls go, staying behind with our son? Or any other ideas would be hugely appreciated!