My family never invites me but invites my brothers. His family celebrates with his brother's in laws and either don't get invited or treated like the red headed stepchildren! We are never treated as welcome with exception of Aunt and uncle that live in Arizona or my grandparents that are in their 90's
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Members opened up about the painful experience of being excluded from family holiday celebrations, with many sharing stories of estrangement... Read more
Don’t sit around and wait for an invitation. Create your own traditions by inviting friends to celebrate with you. You don’t want to go to someone’s house if they don’t care about you. I’m sorry you are left out. Hugs to you.
I have spent many years without family inviting me to their gatherings. Much of was because I lived out of state or working. I grew up in a military family and we never knew when we would be with family. My Mom taught us how to do things that made us happy and how to make "family" where we were. It still helps me on those day I can't handle going out.
Hi KittyMaMa, sorry to hear that but dont let it get you down or spoil your holidays, they are the ones missing out and not you. Create memories with your immediate family.
@Racoquill, I did a similar thing in my neighborhood because I wasn't blessed with children either. I always figured God didn't give me my own kids just so I would love everyone else's. It was funny how it started by me walking my new rescue dog and the kids wanting to pet him. I noticed noticed kids were getting into trouble because they were bored, so I started playing Crazy 8 cards with the kiddos. Every afternoon around 2PM the kids would arrive. We sat on blankets in the front yard under my shade tree. Kids that didn't get along with each other were instructed that my yard was Switzerland. No bullying or bickering allowed. This simple solution grew into me stepping up when a kid was in need or locked out of the house, they'd come to me for help, If they had a flat bike tire or a ball that was low, we'd pump up their tires. Then the moms started asking me to meet the bus if they were running late. I encouraged kids to help their parents with chores without being asked and eventually some were raking leaves for neighbors too. At Christmas, I'd invite them over to help me decorate my tree and we have pizza and cookies. In all there were 10-11 kids at one time, but usually only 6 or 7 were there. The ages ranged from 5 to 11 at first, but little by little older kids would sit down and play cards too. Unfortunately, my hubby and I downsized and moved away from there, but I still stay in touch with some of them. They're all in high school now, but I sure miss them. Those were wonderful years, and being friends with the kiddos made my disability less lonely.
God sends us unexpected blessings! And sounds like your are still being blessed by those small humans