Having kids of our own did change this for us some, but when Mom/Dad/MIL/FIL asks you to do something you’ll still do it. There’s also nothing like goofing around with people you grew up goofing around with.
Sure. The first time your racist uncle drops an n-bomb or comes out with some LGBT-phobic statement and everyone just goes along with it, you can check your watch, say something about having another engagement, and walk out the door to go home.
For me it’s my brother, but he was the same as a kid too, so I guess it does bring me back, but not in a good way.
Lots of people expressing negativity in this thread but I want to say that even at age 37, going home for Christmas still feels like I’m a kid again. I laugh and joke with my family, we eat good food, decorate the tree, do winter activities, and have a ton of fun. I look forward catching up with my family at Christmas all year.
I hope you know how lucky you are <3
My father died when I was 25. That’s when I stopped feeling like a kid at Christmas.
I’m so sorry. It must be hard.
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What drugs are you on?
Can I have some?
don’t have a home to go home to
