Anonymous wrote:This is not related to the pandemic or the recent travel nightmares. Over the last 3-4 years I realize I don’t want to travel, and I especially hate traveling with my family. We’ve got two kids and my husband and kids never want to do the same things I want. They all 3 like the same things so we usually default to that. We’ll do an occasional thing I want, but they complain throughout and want to cut it short so it isn’t enjoyable. They also want to stop and snack all the time, then don’t want to sit for a real meal, which I prefer than constant snacking. I find myself either going along with their stuff or we spend time apart with me doing my thing (e.g., eating alone in a restaurant) and then meeting up together, but they tend to complain if I’m not with them and it feels pointless. Even if we all want to go to the same place, we don’t like the same things! We all like amusement parks, but they like playing the games (I don’t like any of those games) and I like riding the roller coasters and rides, which none of them like. So we either split up or I wait while they play and they wait while I ride alone. It feels like such a waste of money to me. I hate the beach, they love the beach. I like walking through new cities to explore or taking tours, they like hanging at the hotel pool, etc.
My husband just can’t stand the idea that we spend part of our vacation apart because it’s “family vacation.”
And separate from that, what I really miss is just being home alone. I just want to putter around my house without feeding or driving anyone and get through a couple of home projects without any demands on my time and attention.
We are about to plan our next vacation and I’m dreading it.
Hugs, OP. I am in the same boat. I hate traveling with my family; they are into different things, God forbid you offer them to see a museum or go to the theatre. We have our annual vacation coming up in a week and I am secretly wishing I fall sick. I normally like spending time with them, just not 24/7.
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