Not looking for someone to tell me I’m wrong or right. I pretty much know the problem is me.
I would honestly rather spend my time with my husband and dogs at home than entertain his adult children and their partners or my own parents.
There is nothing wrong with these people. They are genuinely nice enough people. I just don’t like having them in my space.
Unfortunately my lack of enthusiasm for their company oozes out of me. I wish I had a switch (like my husband does) where you could feign interest for a few hours.
I don’t seem to mind our friends but family… urgh. I know I’m the problem here. My patience for their quirks and the small talk is minuscule. Maybe I just never learnt the art of small talk.