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I would be happy if I could actually get to do the things that matter to me, like spend the day in my home with my own family. I keep getting dragged out by my wife to visit her parents (now her parent, her dad passed) at the farm, which I hate. 3/4 of the last holidays have been blown up on me. I don't recall marrying her parents, but I have to spend every important occasion with them and it is pushing me to the edge of divorce.It is the season of doodads and chatskis and whatnots, detritus and kitsch and whatchamacallits. Does it bug you? Make your heart soar? Intimidate you? Make you want to hibernate? This question is coming from a certifiable grinch.
I would be happy if I could actually get to do the things that matter to me, like spend the day in my home with my own family. I keep getting dragged out by my wife to visit her parents (now her parent, her dad passed) at the farm, which I hate. 3/4 of the last holidays have been blown up on me. I don't recall marrying her parents, but I have to spend every important occasion with them and it is pushing me to the edge of divorce
yikesI would be happy if I could actually get to do the things that matter to me, like spend the day in my home with my own family. I keep getting dragged out by my wife to visit her parents (now her parent, her dad passed) at the farm, which I hate. 3/4 of the last holidays have been blown up on me. I don't recall marrying her parents, but I have to spend every important occasion with them and it is pushing me to the edge of divorce.