I'm back home after a very emotionally difficult week.
It was already going to be a naturally difficult week, but a few certain people decided to make it an even worst week. I wish I were exaggerating but I am not. These people have been doing this for most of my life now, but I chose to put it aside and attend this funeral and wedding, and be the bigger person. Unfortunately, as usual, I leave feeling worse than I arrived.
I am not going to get into a lot of details right now. I am feeling awful right now, not to mention emotionally and physically tired.
And in case anyone is curious, I did ok at the wedding. I only broke down once. Although, was it worth it? I don't think so. It was a mistake to go, not because of me, but because of others. It would not have mattered if my husband and my daughter had been there, those same people would have treated me the same as they did. The only difference might have been my emotional reaction to their belittling. By the way, the bulk of this happened after the wedding when I made yet another mistake by staying an extra day.
I guess they are right, it IS my fault that they treated me that way!