DH and I had planned on getting married on a holiday with the whole family. My parents told us they would give us $2000 for our wedding regardless of what we did. We ended up eloping (spur of the moment, for various reasons). Then my parents had a party for us where they invited all of their friends and flew my sister in. They deducted the price of the party and my sister's flight and only gave us $1000. I did not want the party, they were not people I care about and we had just gone to visit my sister a few months prior. I was a little irritated about that.

I suspect that a lot of people think about inheritance because it's easier to focus on practical concepts like money and stuff than contemplate what life will be like without the person. If I start to think about my parents or grandparents passing away, I immediately cry. But I can wonder about practical things like what would happen to holidays or how we'd have to sell a condo. I still get upset, but thinking about how we'd deal with an extra chair is easier than facing the idea of a chair being empty.

I had wish I had a mother growing up. My grandparents raised me cause both my parents were addicts. My grandparents died when I was 11 and 12. It's so hard not having parents when holidays like this roll around. All I ever wanted was the love of my parents and I never got it and I doubt I ever will. It's embarrassing to have to tell people why I don't do mother's day/father's day, I feel like *I* did something wrong even though I didn't.

I hate cheesy holidays like Mother's Day...I don't like getting attention or presents because I'm "supposed" to. I hope dh forgets about it but I doubt he will. If it were up to me the only holidays we'd keep are birthdays, Christmas and Halloween. The rest are stupid.

Where the hell is my washing machine repair man? It's still under warranty. You said you would be here by 10am (AEST). It is past that and I am wasting my holiday time sitting at home waiting for you instead of being at work. I am unimpressed. I will be complaining to the shop that sold me the machine.

My husband and I have been married 6 years and have 3 beautiful children. His family hates me with a passion, and I avoid them at all costs but it's unavoidable on the holidays and birthdays. One of my husbands ex-girlfriends is currently roommates with his sister (they were only together a month). She's at family events and acts as though I don't exist. I'm not worried about her still liking my husband, but uh, it makes every event awkward. I swear it's his sisters way to bother me. I can't say anything, because it will start a world war. Sigh.

My fiance is a divorced dad that has raised his teen son and daughter 50/50 with his ex for the last decade. Indulged, sheltered, coddled. I raised my sons alone and more self reliant. We don't live together yet. Recently, his daughter's school called, concerned that she may have an eating disorder as she's not eating lunch at school anymore and has had noticeable weight loss. Shame on me for thinking that this child is doing it to remain the sole focus of her father's attention just because we announced our engagement over the holidays. She has always had a flair towards the dramatic.

My parents dont know it yet, but I am not going to church with them on Easter.Going anyplace with them is too stressful because we always end up being late because of them,they pepper every holiday with their moodiness and dramatics,its supposed to rain and I need a partial break from the drama I deal with every holiday. I will be having Easter dinner with them Sunday night though. DH has to work.

What he promised - MIL would not visit on holidays. What he did - accept her request to come for Easter. WHP - we would go away with her for the holiday. WHD - cave to her fake excuse why it had to be at our house. WHP - he would take that week off from work. WHD - go to work. WHP - he would shop and plan for Easter. WHD- nothing. I hate who he is when it comes to his mother, who has ruined every event she has attended with her histrionics.

Every time a holiday approaches, I ferverently hope my MIL dies (she has a lot of health problems, so it's not unrealistic) before I have to visit her. Yes, she's *that* bad.