Sometimes it seems it is necessary to pick what to be guilty about with my parents.
This weekend, we had it all planned out that we would have Easter dinner, my parents and all four of us. I made some items to take to their house. Mono was to come too, for the first time since our coming out. We were all set to go and then my brother showed up with his girlfriend. No problem, since we'd decided that if they showed up, we were not going to drop our plans, necessarily, but work around them as much as we could. We used to feel as if we should drop everything, as that was the expectation.
PN had an overnight date with his boyfriend planned, so we had to kind of skirt the topic about where he was on Friday night and why he couldn't make it for an impromptu dinner at our house. There was disappointment and confusion about why he would be out at all on a Friday, let alone overnight. Shouldn't he be at home with his wife and child?
Mono and I made dinner and everyone enjoyed themselves. Mum even helped him make one of the dishes. Later, we all sat around and chatted into the evening while doing a puzzle.
Because Mono had been there, and because my brother's girlfriend mentioned at one point that she thought Mum was still a bit uncomfortable, we decided that Mono would not go to the Easter dinner that was originally planned, and would make other plans instead, so as to give us all some pre-Mono family time.
Well, Mum was disappointed and so was everyone else. She had gone out of the way to make it especially nice, with chocolate bunnies at our place settings and the whole bit. A quick potluck dinner had turned into a big deal and we didn't know it. So we felt bad, and were made to feel guilty because of their disappointment. So it goes in our family. One must always feel guilty and that they have disappointed someone in some way. It's a constant state that keeps us all balanced, it seems.
We remarked later, however, that it felt better to feel guilty because Mono wasn't there, than to feel guilty because he was there, which is what it felt like previously. A very different feeling. From now on, I think we will work on manipulating situations in order to make sure we feel guilty for what we want to feel guilty about, rather than what we really feel guilty about. (Does that make sense?) My men are catching on to my survival method in my family, a sad but necessary strategy, I'm afraid.
Mono showed up in time for dessert, and all went well.