I resent family holidays. I don’t like to be forced to do anything I don’t really want to do and going over to the Old Lady’s house on Easter ranks high on my list of things I don’t want to do. But I went and I was on my best behavior. The oddest thing happened. My husband got mad at his mother and a heated discussion took place. It was not a pleasant experience and one that I hope I never witness again. I mean, I’m used to getting into it with her but I’m not used to seeing my husband slam his hand on the table and tell her what’s what. It was pretty awful.
I’ve made a pact with myself regarding future holidays and I’ll be interested to see if I can keep it. I have decided that I will never eat another meal that she has cooked. I watched her wipe her nose on a kitchen towel and that was the clincher for me. I can’t get that picture out of my mind and I just want to gag when I think about it. I guess that’s right up there with the picture in my mind of her sitting across from me at the dinner table and seeing her nose running like a faucet. I’m trying to think ahead of creative ways to get out of eating over there again. For Mother’s Day I plan to prepare the meal myself as a gift to her. That should work but I don’t know what kind of excuse I’ll be able to think of for subsequent holiday meals.
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