Family stresses me out. Maybe it’s my overthinking tendencies, but my goodness! How can I not?
I spent the night with a bunch of cousins who I don’t see that often. It was also the first time I saw any of them since my mom died. It’s hard not to walk into this restaurant and wonder what they are thinking. It’s also hard to wonder why I choose to go to these events. It’s hard to sit there and clearly not be part of the conversation with these moms. They all have kids within months of each other. They were all married with a year or so of one another.
I went out to meet a relative visiting from South America. She was lovely. However, when it came time to talk to me. I froze up. I don’t know why.
Actually I do. I always feel inferior around these relatives. Despite the fact that I am an attorney. Despite my life experiences. Despite my grades in school. Despite it all, I feel like I don’t compare. Why the hell do I let them get to me in this way?
Is it because I’m not married? Is it because I don’t have the same interests? Is it because I never actually hung out with them? I don’t know. But once a year or so I get invited to these dinners and I go. I go because I want to be included. Or part of their clique. Or so I think before I go. And usually as I go through the doors I start to get a constriction in my throat and regret my decision. I have a fine time throughout the evening. And I did last night.
But I find myself amused by certain things. Like when I was asked if I was born 1982. Or when someone remembered how big a fan of Hugh Grant I was. Or when I kept being referred to as the smart one.
I mean, really? Do they just not have anything to talk about with me?
But I go. The evening is behind me. And now I can put it behind me. Follow everyone on facebook and wait until the next one in a year.