An awful reunion dinner.
Every year, as the Lunar New Year approaches, my mood sinks to a bottomless pit. It all started during my younger days. We had to attend reunion dinner at my paternal grandmother’s house. (That’s where all my nightmares come.) My paternal relatives loved to compare me with my cousins. When young, they’d compare height. When schooling, they’d compare results. When working, they’d compare ranks. When in a relationship, they’d compare boyfriends’ career and wealth. Then houses, children, etc, etc… (It’s endless comparison, you get what I mean?) Once they achieved their goals of getting the answers they wanted, then I became totally invisible. Yet, I could not leave, else I would be considered rude.
I was delighted when that grandmother passed away. I thought my nightmare could finally come to an end. Who knows, my relatives continued the tradition. But I gave 101 excuses not to go. I know I’m bad. So I tried to attend one few years back. The result??? My whole family was invisible to them! What’s the point of inviting us and then make us feel unwelcome?
Besides that reunion, which I will not attend, I have 4 more reunions: my maternal grandmother’s, my mother’s, my father’s and my in-law’s.
I love the reunion at my maternal grandmother’s house. Those are the relatives I grew up with, and they accept you for who you are. We can quarrel this minute, and make up the next. We love each other.
My husband has his family too. So despite the inconvenience, we still make our way there every year. They are nice people, especially my sister-in-law, she’s the cutest of all.
My parents are divorced, and remarried. (The two couples are good friends, surprisingly!) Thus, we have to have reunion with them separately. They never spare a thought for us… (if you are wondering… my bro and I are never important to them. We are more of a burden to them!) My brother drives, so travelling is never a problem for him. My husband and I don’t. Taking public transport can be a hassle during festive season.
Therefore, I don’t like reunion dinners. Only enjoy 2 out of 5 reunions. That’s not a good statistic.
Ok! Enough of my rant. Sorry, I didn’t mean to bore you. Thank you for staying all the way. 😀
Written for SoCS and Just Jot It January 30, hosted by Linda G Hill. Thank you, Linda.