You know what grinds my gears, my parents won’t drive 2.5 hours to visit me and their only grandchild. Like, ever. And not only that, I get heaps of guilt for not visiting them. I’m constantly calling them, FaceTime’ing them, sending photos and videos, notes, invites, plans for fun things to do if they came to visits, all of it. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And they complain to their friends that I don’t come to visit. It’s infinitely easier for them to travel than I with my kid who can’t sleep in a car, and our dog.
####s insane and has resulted in me not even understanding my own reality for the last 5 months. Thank god for my wife to help give me clarity so I’m not lost in my own head about it constantly. This is just a nonsense rant I had to type out.
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