I can only hope my parents never read this. I love them. I truly do. But I have to be honest... I approach every family gathering with deep dread. My Mom and I in the same room, either one of us in a foul mood (which is a high probability considering my Mother), can quickly become volatile.
God forgive me.. I really do love them. But... if my Mom is in one of her moods. Look out. The day is going to be silently tension filled until you want to run from the room screaming or an argument is going to ensue and someone is going to be walking out. Ah, family drama. I loathe it. I avoid it like the plague.
Unfortunately it can't be avoided on a major holiday. It's a rule. Well in my father's book anyway. I'm daddy's little girl. I'll ALWAYS be daddy's little girl. I know how much it means to my Dad to spend time with his Grandchildren. And my Mom too. So I accommodate them.
It's always on my turf. The place I'm most comfortable in. It's a control thing. There. I admit it. I like to control things. One might even say I border on being a control freak. Introduce me to someone who doesn't have, in some area of their life, control issues? I may have a few more issues than the next guy but I'm nowhere near being in need of intensive therapy.