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This time of year can be really, really lonely, so Emotionally Realistic, Yet Slightly Wounded Maria makes an appearance from time to time. Skip ! Last Christmas, I drank so much wine that I was asleep in my bed by 7 p. But cabernet sauvignon was the only way I could think of to deal with the mounting anxiety of the person circus that is Christmas Day at the Del Russo house.
Then there was the one cousin who was noticeably absent: She was at her in-laws' with her newborn son. But I knew, as I poured myself my first glass of wine at 11 a. The thought of fielding those questions made me break out in a cold sweat, because I flat-out loathe being asked about being single. We'd rather break the rules of social etiquette than explain to aunt Joan that, in fact, there is not someone special.
My family members are creatures of habit. Because I have become the proverbial cheese of the family. Because men are trash, you know? She rolls her eyes as brides-to-be bemoan seating arrangements and gown expenses. She is the version of myself I used to exclusively put up as a defense mechanism, because it's how I wanted to feel, while simultaneously being the opposite of how I felt. But a few years ago, after crying to my mother about the fact that I was headed into yet another holiday season all by my lonesome, she told me to stop performing.
Moms and their truth-telling, am I right?
When asked about her dating life, she levels with you. When I first pulled this personality out back in my mids, she represented how I was feeling: dejected and alone. But allowing my family to dig inside the sadness backfired, because they responded the only way someone can when faced with a pity party: with pity. That only made me sadder, and the snake continued to feast on its own damn tail.
Some days I am totally happy in my single status; I treasure my alone time, I hang out with my friends, and I roll my eyes whenever someone complains about how stressful their wedding is. But there are definitely days when I feel terrible about receiving yet another wedding invite with a space for a plus one, that I will undoubtedly leave blank in my RSVP.
I feel trapped between both versions of myself at family parties. Neither one elicits the response from my family members that I want, which is indifference. Or drunk and then asleep.
When the circus comes to town on December 25, I plan to answer the dreaded question truthfully. And getting to wake up without a post-Christmas hangover and some awkward lie to keep leaning into is the best gift I could ever give myself.
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Follow me on Twitteron Instagramor me at maria. Once, when we were having sex, I caught my atte. We were sitting at a terrazzo-to. Shortly after I moved to L. She brought a housewarming gift with her: a ta. Some people stuck to video and.Hate to feel lonely around the holidays
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