runt of the litter?
in my mom’s side of the family, whenever holidays arise, i am always the last to be informed of the plans. and the word “informed” is purposefully chosen - while everyone else gets asked what works with their schedules, i am never asked; i’m merely told after the fact. and, if i’m able to attend, great. if not, no one seems to mind terribly.
it’s one of those situations that i’m sure a lot of other people have experienced. but after several decades, and even after having mentioned being hurt by the trend, on several occasions, it continues nonetheless.
in a way, i’m a little proud of myself for getting less upset (at least outwardly) each time. that said, though, this may be a cycle that i either have to learn to live with, or remove myself from. i can’t imagine how i’ll ever be reconciled with the situation, but i also can’t imagine sitting out those rare and valued family gatherings.
conundrum, anyone?
