This is the first year I will be celebrating Thanksgiving without family, either mine or H's. I have a large extended Italian family-- grandmother, lots of aunts and uncles, cousins galore. Most typically I spend Thanksgiving with them. It is noisy and festive, to say the least. During my childhood and teen years I used to revel in being a part of these gatherings and this clan. That started to change a little after I became an adult. Maybe partly because of my anxiety issues, partly in response to troubling life events, I was becoming more introverted and quiet and the holidays often felt jarring. Like I was out of my element, out of tune. Depression, perhaps? Since starting therapy and especially reading about family systems theory, it's been a bit worse, because I notice all the dysfunctional patterns of relating I wasn't quite clued into before. I kind of hate this, feel like in a way therapy has ruined me.
This year I'm finding myself struggling with some health issues (temporary ones), that make travel and long car rides difficult, so I won't be making the family gathering this year. I have a close friend that leaves nearby who is in a similar boat. She's far from family and doesn't have the means to travel right now. I decided to invite her and her H and kids over for Thanksgiving dinner. It should be fun. Her children are the same ages as mine and they play together nicely. Her H is likeable and good natured and gets on well with mine. Tomorrow we are getting together and planning the holiday menu, deciding who will cook what, etc.
I realized last night that I am looking forward to this Thanksgiving more than I have looked forward to one in a long time! I'm excited about decorating my house, cooking some of my favorite holiday dishes, and having a low key, stress free time with my husband and kids and our friends. I am not feeling any sorrow over missing my family's gathering at all.
And I feel sort of terrible about that.
Phew, sorry so long. Next, anyone?