Did You Share Holidays with a Grumpy Loved One?
When I was a little girl, my mother and I loved Christmasâ€“with the baking, decorating, shopping for presents and attending parties. It was always so much funâ€¦ well, until my controlling father got mad at a relative or two and silly family feuds went on just below the surfaceâ€“which we werenâ€™t ever allowed to speak about.
Weâ€™d walk on eggshells each year hoping the holidays would go smoothlyâ€“but it was always strained with ominous foreboding that my father would snap into a rage at someone over something, which usually happened after heâ€™d been real nice for a while and weâ€™d let our guard down.
And then over fifteen years ago, when my father disowned my only brother (nine years older than myself) over the most ridiculous argumentâ€“the holidays became even more torturous and sad, as they amplified the depths of our dysfunctional family. I became an incredible actress, trying hard to enjoy a time that was supposed to be of peace and harmony and always showed a united family front to everyone, while inside I was full of angst and turmoil.
Years laterâ€¦ after our parents developed early Alzheimerâ€™s disease, I did my best to supply my mother with holiday cheer by bringing up the few sweet memories, but she always remembered the sad times too, which surfaced easily because my elderly father still disliked holiday fanfare and hoopla. Heâ€™d glare at anyone who came to visit and made it clear he wasnâ€™t in the mood for company.
Then after many years my brother sent Mom the most beautiful loving Christmas card, which was such a delight for her to receiveâ€“but by the morning it had been torn up in little pieces and thrown in the trash by my vengeful father. My mother cried and cried, and as I sorrowfully comforted her and shamed him, I wondered how a man could come to hate his own son so much. His lifelong negative behavior pattern of jealousy and holding on to grudgesâ€“was becoming even more intensified and ridiculousâ€“with the onset of dementia.
I tried for years and years to get my brother and father back together, but it was no use, and that effort ended up costing me my own relationship with my brother for a decade. But now that our parents have passed, and even though I took care of them for five years without any help from him at all, I have managed to reestablish a relationship with my brother. I am so grateful I didnâ€™t end our relationship for good, as I thought about many times, because when I was diagnosed with breast cancer nearly three years ago, he was the voice I heard most often when I answered the phone.
My brother still rarely speaks about Mom and he wonâ€™t discuss Dad at all. He seems to still be so bitter, so I guess the apple hasnâ€™t fallen far from the tree, which is so sad.
I am trying hard to create lovely new memories of the holidays with my brother, the few family members who are left, and my many wonderful friendsâ€“because if I ever develop dementia myself I hope I wonâ€™t have to relive the overwhelming dread and unhappiness I experienced for so many years. I want to be able to recall delightful holiday timesâ€“again and again.
If you have been coping with a challenging person who made your holidays even more stressful, my heart goes out to you-I know exactly how you feel. Be sure to let us know how you did or didnâ€™t get through it!
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Published On: January 02, 2007