So, had the First communion today and I was so proud of my boy. I actually cried when they stood of front and sang their little song. So sweet, he's growing up so fast.
But of course you couldn't get away without listening to me moan about something.... So here goes (sorry...)
I went through a lot of trouble (not to mention money) to make a nice party for him. I broke my hump yesterday and was up until 2 am. making the cake and preparing all the food so it would be ready because I wanted everything to be fresh and ready to go after mass. It was so hard to get out of bed at 7 after such a short sleep, but I did it...
Almost no one showed up 0_0
My brother and his girlfriend showed, but they didn't bring any of the kids. My sister didn't show with her family, my mom didn't show at the church (although she made a cameo at the party) nor did my husband's sister. Luckily his parents made it.
It really hurt my feelings, made me feel like no one cares for my son. It is part of what fuels my social anxiety, feeling no one loves me (us, in this case) and being continually let down by those who are supposed to love me. Worst part is none of them even messaged me to let me know. So rude. Now I have way too much food which luckily won't go to waste as my kids will polish it off this week, but I really worked hard to make things nice- and for what? I know my son appreciated it, although had it only been us I could have taken him to dinner at Mc D's and he would have been happy with it, and I would have gotten a good night's sleep to boot. So, I am feeling let down, sad, and hurt... Trying my hardest to concentrate on my lovely son, enjoy this special day with him and hope to God he doesn't notice that hardly anyone was there or that people are losers. Hope he knows that his worth doesn't reflect their reckless treatment of his feelings.